" Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination. "
" tell me where’s your hiding place//I’m worried I’ll forget your face "
" ask me how deep the ocean is "
" If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name. "