It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.

“[Judith Shakespeare] lives in you and in me [...] she lives; for great poets do…”

“Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the …”

“There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, tec…”

“She had a sense of being past everything, through everything, out of everything…”