He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia:

I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy.

The Hands Of The Guilty Don't Necessarily Tremble; Only In Stories Does A Dropped Glass Betray Agitation. Tension Is More Often Shown In The Studied Action.

I Thought I Am Kissing Pain And Pain Belongs To You As Happiness Never Does. I Love You In Your Pain. I Could Almost Taste Metal And Salt In The Skin, And I Thought, How Good You Are. You Might Have Killed Us With Happiness, But You Let Us Be With You In Pain.

He Was Impregnably Armored By His Good Intentions And His Ignorance.

Eternity Is Said Not To Be An Extension Of Time But An Absence Of Time.