... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.
The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. Having tha...
To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
Books are keys that open many doors.
Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.
There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.
She leaves my side and heads deeper into
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the...
