Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.
I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.
A life without love is like a tree without fruit.
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
Go then, there are other worlds than these.
Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.