I'm far too cruel for me to ever allow myself happy dreams. |
I won't write a happy poem until someone gives me a reason to. |
To live is much more difficult than it is to survive. |
We, who are unloved, must learn to love each other. |
Self-destruction is the path of poets, making us turn pain into beauty and beauty into pain. |
Only after he died did I really understand what he meant when he jokingly said "Live fast, die young!" |