I'd rather be eccentric and artistic, than be normal and have not one inch of art flowing through my heart.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.

What goes in the mind is forgotten, what goes in the stomach just passes through, but that which goes in the heart is locked, like a keepsake diary, that never leaves you.