The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.