"They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard and remembrance."

Romeo and Juliet, act two, scene four

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Which as they kiss, consume

Voodoo Girl by Tim Burton

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many coloured pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her
the pins stick farther in.

Stay beautiful, keep it ugly