"Pleasure sleeps in the same bed as pain"
So I'm told, but to tell the truth
I don't know if that's a world
Worth living through.

We poets are bad role models.
Burn all your love poems before you fall in love again.
Don't go around taking advice from the dead.

Honey Girl,
There are already too many bruises in your soul
Maybe it's time to give up control and just drift.
The current is always kind to rose blossoms.
Besides, the world is ending,
So we might as well try to find some happiness
In this mess.

We're far too young to care about the past
And far too old to care about the future

I'll gift you my Shakespeare plays,
So you can cut them into pieces.
I'll keep my cane, though.
I'm not ready to break it yet.

The land of the living might be beautiful,
But beauty never meant much to me.