I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.

My father thought I would lead a simple life; that I was bright but unambitious, complacant with whatever work life threw at me. My father, as usual, was wrong.

I'm often daydreaming and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies