When you fall in a dream, sometimes you die, sometimes you wake up, and sometimes you learn to fly. A faithful friend is a medicine for life. Forever turned out to be too long. If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right. We grow great by dreams.
All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death. The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.