There is no beauty without passion or love. There is no victory without sacrafice or struggle. The beautiful struggle.

My mother is a walking contradiction and so is every woman in the universe. I am passionately inspired by contradictions.

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

An error of the passions is not the flowering of a great love, and merely the beauty of the human form is not capable of inspiring an eternity of mad attachment.

Fun thing? Fun thing? This is a job. This isn't fun. This is a job. This is a passion.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.