Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their Identity, Coming Out As A Man, Woman, Gay, Black, Jew - Brandishing Whichever Features They Could Claim, As If Without A Tag They Wouldn’t Be Human.

Without Love, Most Of Life Remains Concealed. Nothing Is As Fascinating As Love, Unfortunately.

You Don't Stop Loving Someone Just Because You Hate Them.