Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

Father said conflict develops the character