I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

Every hundred feet the world changes

I'll tell you, my friends: it's all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.

For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.