To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

there are elements of truth in all great fiction

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.