The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not real friendship.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.