“We are supposed to do something with these/Damn hearts of ours, and we are meant to love and be loved.”

“We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.”

“I would rather die of love than let love die.”

“It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness.”

“If my dream comes true,/Is truth then only a dream?”

“Tell me once more about the eternal surf.”

“If my dream comes true, Is truth then only a dream?”