You are my other half, without you, I'm the dance without the song. I'm the heart without the soul. Without you, I'm the words without the book, you mean so much to me! There aren't enough words to explain how… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He saw the white paper as the great universe of nonexistence. A single stroke would give rise to existence within it. He could evoke rain or wind at will, but whatever he drew, his heart would remain in the painting… — Eiji Yoshikawa Copy Share Image
