when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

You are someone worth loving

We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?