Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain.

I love performing in front of an audience. I like the questions; I like controversy.

Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too.

Nature lures men with few crumbs of pleasure, so he can labor in pain’s quarry without measure.

As long as it still hurts, it isn’t love yet.

You deserve to be with somebody, who knows you're the one, from that very first moment he lays eyes on you. Do I believe in love at first sight? But of course! Love cannot be tamed nor bridled by things like time, circumstance, and logic!