Winter comes. These are the worse days, and the better days.

Where is our love that we are not livid, heartbroken, agonised?

People say to "write what you know" - but I know nothing.

It is a poem about you.

Some days I feel like a clock.

You are not mindless.

Let me learn.

The eyes are the windows to the soul and I crave seeing yours.

There is iron in my blood, calcium in my bones, oxygen in my lungs. All of it is stardust.

Energy cannot be created or destroyed; only conserved or changed.

My soul is desperate to know yours.

The anger of a goddess of nature is never justified. And yet, there is a murmur, and then a call – a call, and then a shout. A shout, and then a roar so passionate, so filled with compassion, so powerful, that it is greater than that of the goddess.

It is so easy to forget how special each one of us is.

Sergio had never felt braver.

She's like a shadow, overlooked and not paid any attention to, but there nonetheless. Like the lines in between the words, hidden until sought for.

"I am absorbed in the magic of movement and light. Movement never lies. It is the magic of what I call the outer space of the imagination. There is a great deal of outer space, distant from our daily lives, where I feel our imagination wanders sometimes. It will find a planet or it will not find a planet, and that is what a dancer does."

You are drowning, you think. That is why you can't breathe. You are drowning in life, life which is drenched and soaked in stupid precious thoughts and ridiculous beautiful feelings, in exhilaration and passion and freedom and chaos, in safeness and sense and structure and order.

It is impossible to "take your time".

In a perfect world, man will have what he has.

Safe in the solidness of facts and numbers, Benny didn't know he was looking for colour until he met Allie.

A very short war story of sorts. Some nights you want to lose your mind so much that the wanting chokes you, a cold warm hand squeezing your heart.

Evil isn't born, it's made. And sometimes it's made because of love.

I need some sleep.

"It was so disconcerting for me. Starting over, I mean. I was so used to things being a certain way, that I didn't really know anything else apart from what I was used to."

There are so many ways in which to love. There are so many ways to say goodbye.

I sit there and I clear my head and suddenly my world is a better place.