Theophile Gautier

Well, well, I will transform your dreams into realities; I will inundate you with glories, splendors, and lightings; I will take you from your nothingness and make you the equal of a goddess. Then I will plunge you into nothingness again. I will kill you to-morrow instead of to-day. Rise, give me your arm that we may return to the palace. Live to love me still.