Must tears fall from the eyes for one to be crying? Can’t a person weep while smiling with their lips? Must one look at beauty to truly love? Can’t a heart be captivated by a beautiful soul in an ugly body? Is longing only to be far from the one you miss? Can’t one feel sorrow even when the beloved is near? Is theft only the stealing of money or possessions? Can’t stealing happiness be a kind of theft, too? Must a rose be plucked from its stem to wither? Can’t it fade while still a pink bud on its branch? Must there be a gun or dagger to kill? Can’t hair be a trap, eyes a weapon, a smile a bullet? — Victor Hugo