I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

“The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the…”

“He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started fro…”

“I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfin…”

“Only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch wh…”