Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?

And My Father Always Took Me To The Library. We Were Both Book Addicts.

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!

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?

Accursed, Blasted, Heartless Things [books]! Full Of Empty Promises, Full Of False Lures, Always Making You Hungry, Never Satisfying You, Never!