I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.
I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?
For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.
What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.