Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

By Shaun Hick

I got a monster within . . . my own self !

By John Zea

I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.

By H.P. Lovecraft

if I start to hate her just because she betrayed me, then I will betray my love

By Mohammed Zaki Ansari

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

By Carew Papritz

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

By Cormac McCarthy