Creators always have an advantage because they make the stuff we consume.

— Richie Norton

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

— Kamand Kojouri

I 'love' reading.It makes me feel like I am swallowing up Christ, Homer, Confucius, Newton, Franklin, Socrates, Caesar, and the whole world into one gigantic invincible Sir Moffat. Mine is creative reading. I read building empires in mind. I pray I won't read and read and forget to marry.

— Moffat Machingura

I don't read books to finish them, I read to consume them.

— TemitOpe Ibrahim

A successful actor is praised for never giving up his dreams to become someone else for a living but to dream to be an unmasked artist is a mortal sin in a consumerist society. Artists don't consume; they create things that can’t be consumed with riches. You consume art by seeing, by listening, by feeling, never by buying.

— Bruce Crown

To be consumed with passion is to be gallant to discover.

— Sunday Adelaja

My mind is being consumed by you.My body is longing for you. Just one touch or a kiss, And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.

— Kamand Kojouri

If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.

— Giordano Bruno

You came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

— AVA.

Infatuated painted clouds, enamored of our silky bed-lagoon, reflect with silent tremors your sweetest of the kisses...Whispers...Then lightly consume its shining sunset skin with loving smiles greeting the lacy starry night ahead...Making our senses dance so softly stepping on to the adorn petals of the place no one else knows...

— Oksana Rus