I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World

She Wanted To Return To Her Dream. Perhaps It Was Still Somewhere There Behind Her Closed Eyelids. Perhaps A Little Of Its Happiness Still Clung Like Gold Dust To Her Lashes. Don't Dreams In Fairy Tales Sometimes Leave A Token Behind?

Beauty And Fear Make Uneasy Companions

When You Open A Book It's Like Going To The Theater First You See The Curtain Then It Is Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is Harder.

He Longed For The Deep As She Longed For The Night Sky And For White Lilies Floating On Water -- Although She Still Tried To Convince Herself That Love Alone Could Feed Her Soul.