“So I shall practice sorrow in my love,stand in thin sun from old windows and grieve:inevitability of the grave,monotony of death, partitioned lives.”

“Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous”

“Shall a mangrave his sorrows upon a stone when he hath but need to write them onthe water? Nay, oh /She/, I will live my day, and grow old with mygeneration, and die my appointed death, and be forgotten.”

“We cannot live to be togetherForever doomed to love and death,The latter bringing us togetherClaiming from life the final breath!So we shall love in death forever,Evicted as we are from life,As long as living shall be neverSuccessful in the love-long strife!”

“When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived there after death.”

“...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.”