All sex is traumatic and love is the philosophy of murder. 

I have a deep empathy for the lovers of this earth; it takes a vulnerable selfishness to be so selfless — to care so goddamn much.

To be compelled to snuff a baby bird mid chirp because it’s so beautiful (because you want to fuck your mother’s corpse) won’t put you in jail, but the scale here is expanded, the scope is dilated, and the warming madness is always terminal.

Kill on sweetly sweet killers, in some films it’s all one can do.