We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.
Libba BrayI wouldnโt expect you to get it, Daisy. You donโt look at anything besides Photoplayโand even then somebodyโs gotta explain the pictures to you.โ Daisyโs mouth hung open in outrage. โWell, I never!โ โYeah, thatโs what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us arenโt buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!
Libba BrayLearn to master yourself-to understand both your fears and your desires. That's the key to magic. Then, no one shall have any hold over you. Remember... the magic (sic)... is a living thing, joined to whomever it touches and changed by them as well... You must come to know everything-even your darkest corners. Especially those...Everything has its price.
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