Well$$$ that is what you risk when you fall in love. You risk losing your dignity.

Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture$$$ not exchange.

If only we could eat our sunsets$$$ I say$$$ we would all be full.

Truth is not spoken in anger.Truth is spoken$$$ if it ever comes to be spoken$$$ in love.

If a poet has a dream$$$ it is not of becoming famous$$$ but of being believed.

I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends.They're in my head.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

Nothing stands out so conspicuously$$$ or remains so firmly fixed in the memory$$$ as something which you have blundered.

As I have said$$$ it may be difficult to define civilization$$$ but it isn't so difficult to recognize barbarism.