Shall I ever be able to read that story again; the one I couldn't remember? Will you tell it to me, Aslan? Oh do,do,do. " "Indeed,yes, I will tell it to you for years and years. But now, come. We must meet the master of this house.
My! ain't men blinder'n moles?
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Love is a disease which fills you with a desire to be desired. . . . - Comte de Toulouse
I never felt comfortable in real life very well. It's always been an awkward kind of thing for me.
A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.
There's a hole in the moral ozone and it's getting bigger.