For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.
He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.
Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.
Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.
I hope you live a life you're proud of...
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.