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Looking Out Over The Courtyard At The Dirty Walls, He Realized He Had No Idea Whether It Was Hysteria Or Love.

Loves Are Like Empires: When The Idea They Are Founded On Crumbles, They, Too, Fade Away.

I Have No Mission. No One Has.

The Purpose Of The Poetry Is Not To Dazzle Us With An Astonishing Thought, But To Make One Moment Of Existence Unforgettable And Worthy Of Unbearable Nostalgia.

Hate Traps Us By Binding Us Too Tightly To Our Adversary.