28 January 2009

'in that most precious
instant, i shall take all words that ever were,
or weren't, or could, or couldn't be, and in
mad armfuls, not bouquets, i'll smother you in them.
oh god, how i love you, i choke with love, i
stumble in madness, tread a fiery region
where reason is consumed, i love you beyond
the limits that love sets himself, i love,
i love.'

- spoken by cyrano in the play 'cyrano de bergerac' by edmond rostand

wow..