David

“It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me.
It didn’t “hurt” me at all.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“The moon can't help it. It's only a fat dumb object, the pumpkin of the sky. The moon's a mess, to tell the truth. A burnt-out cinder the color of dishwater; a stale gray cookie covered with scars. Every loose rock in our solar system has taken a punch at it. It's been scorched, golf-clubbed, and inflicted with boils. If lovers have chosen this brutalized derelict, this tortured dustball, this pitted and pimpled parcel of wasteland as the repository of their dreams, the moon can't help it.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

“Memories. That's all I have left. Memories of all the good I've done and all the bad too.”
― Arti Manani, Seven Sins

“I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.”
― Ranata Suzuki