A little Victor Hugo tonight:

"They are souls that have senses. They sleep together in the stars."

"Was he spurred on? Yes, certainly, by his misery. Did he have wings? Yes, certainly, his joy."

"Love, yours is the future. Death, I use you, but I hate you. "

"When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near each other to create, it is impossible that above the ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars."

-From Les Miserables