"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Sunday, July 20, 2008
To just love me is not enough I want you to burn with me Some of us are born with this insatiable need To burn with passion
And I don't want to break anymore of them I just want to find a fire That burns as bright as I can So, together we burn
While the world gathers 'round To warm their hands