Andrew Davidson

I am more than my scars.

If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

What is it like to wear another person__ skin?___ don__ have a good answer for that,_ I said. __t hurts.___an you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God's will be done- and when it is, they complain.

There is no logical reason to believe in God. There are emotional reasons, certainly, but I cannot have faith that nothing is something simply because it would be reassuring. I can no more believe in God than I can believe an invisible monkey lives in my ass; however, I would believe in both if they could be scientifically proven.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I'm unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person.

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: __ou never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret..

This is the truth: we all desire to conquer the comely one, because it affirms our own worth. Speaking for the men of the world, we want to own the beauty of the woman we're fucking. We want to grasp that beauty, tightly in our greedy little fingers, to well and truly possess it, to make it ours. We want to do this as the woman shines her way through an orgasm. That's perfection. And while I can't speak for women, I imagine that they-whether they admit it or not-want the same thing: to possess the man, to own his rough handsomeness, if only for a few seconds.

Coincidentally, a good age for a Japanese girl is younger than twenty five, because that's when she turns into a 'Christmas Cake'. Christmas cakes, as everyone knows, are desirable before the twenty fifth but afterward quickly become stale and are put on the shelf.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Boredom was my bedmate and it was hogging the sheets.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was. Or so I tell myself; and for now, that is enough.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

It was not long before I discovered that withdrawing addicts lost their composure in exactly the same manner that careless millionaires lose their money: gradually, then suddenly.