If love is a disease, I then want to be diseased, I want my body to rotten in pathology, and I want to be washed away by an illness so severe that I can never be useful for anything else. If love is a disease, what is Life? A mortal disease sexually transmitted: that's what life is. We are all going to dye. In fact, in the immemorial ages of time it is as if we were always dead.
Yes, you can choose to live between the "common unhappiness and the emotional misery of the neurotic". And you know what you can do with your theories and your mind control, where you can stick them up…stick them in your living grave, like a cross. **
...And I made a promise to myself, of never forgetting those horrid lonely days, so that I never again loose from sight the precious value you, and the ones like you, have for me, and the infernal pains of not having you, You, your voice, your body, your whisper, your smell, by my side, every night. **
* The Cure, "Cold".
** José Elias Nunes, in "Diários de Bordo da Perdição"