It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.

I love surprises! That's what is great about reading. When you open a book, you never know what you'll find.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Tell me I didn't imagine it, Leo. Tell me that even though our bodies were in seperate states, our star selves shared an enchanted place. Tell me that right around noon today (eastern time) you had the strangest sensation: a tiny chill on your shoulder...a flutter in the heart...a shadow of strawberry-banana crossing your tongue...tell me you whispered my name.

In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew

Why fit in when you're born to stand out?

Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means "love of melons" or something. I looked it up. It means believing that "the self is the only reality." Am I solipsist?