“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
“Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love .”
It is your turn now, you waited, you were patient. The time has come, for us to polish you. We will transform your inner pearl into a house of fire. You're a gold mine. Did you know that, hidden in the dirt of the earth? It is your turn now, to be placed in fire. Let us cremate your impurities.
I said, meet me in the garden. You know the one-- it is called Smiling Spring. There are nightingales chirping away, wine and candle lights, and companions as soft as pomegranate blossoms. You think this all would sound so perfect! But without you by my side, what use is the Smiling Spring? And when you are with me, what use are pomegranate blossoms?