How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

It's too late to apologize for. I have already forgiven you.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.

To be honest, I don't think of any of my characters as minor characters - they're all the main characters in a story that I don't necessarily get to tell.

I told you I set no limits on my love for you. I don't. Yet I have never expected you to offer me your body. It was the whole of your heart, all for myself, that I sought. Even though I've never had a right to it. For you gave it away ere ever you saw me.

Start writing sooner. Don't wait for permission. Don't hesitate.

Diplomacy is the velvet glove that cloaks the fist of power.