A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.

Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. Amid the smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt that I could breathe more easily.

Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.

A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

Those who live in memories are never really dead." The House At Riverton