How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

We'll grow old waiting.

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.

She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .

If you love something - let. If it is yours - it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I'm with you.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.