Their Love As A Dragonfly,

These People Picked You Up And Played With You And Then Left You Lying In The Rain

I Wanted To Tell Her Not To Entertain Despair Like This. Despaire Wasn't A Guest, You Didn't Play Its Favorite Music, Find It A Comfortable Chair. Despair Was The Enemy." -white Oleander

We Have No Home, She Told Me. I Am Your Home.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

...you Know The Mistrust Of Heights Is The Mistrust Of Self, You Don't Know Whether You're Going To Jump.