She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. -Antonio munoz molinas, "the power of the pen

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.