I like it when people actually come, but I love it when they go.

“It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as light…”

“O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonne…”

“The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is throughour eyes; if …”

“Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging sudd…”