Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?
I miss the days when I was alone with my characters and no one else knew them except me.
But just as the river is always at the door, so is the world always outside. And it is in the world that we have to live.
She entered a state where prayer and poetry became one and the everyday world seemed full of holiness and significance.
It's like a spell. It's so strong I can't fight it. Is love always like this?
..while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.