Writing is a form of running away. Running away to a place you made with your own hand.
Writing is a form of running away. Running away to a place you made with your own hand.
Just because you do not know how they look like, doesn’t mean you cannot see them.
If you don't believe it's elves, that's your problem. I know it's elves.
We live in a fantasy world a world of illusion The great task in life is to find reality
Vacation, I go there in my mind. Especially when I’m at work, getting paid for it.
The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge
And so the afternoon stretched on, and Ezbon toasted their imminent defeat to the dregs.
Amé a mi mujer... le fui fiel hasta su muerte y le seré fiel hasta la mia.
We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.
As Hagrid had said, what would come would come and he would have to meet it when it did.
The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.
There is little required to encourage another; the adventure it inspires is your reward.
There is a shadow wherever there is light, but the mind can see what the eyes can't.
I am ewe to your ram. How can I call myself a man anymore?""The penis is a dead giveaway.
Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.