Esse Quam Videri," Celia Says.

And There Are Really Never Endings, Happy Or Otherwise.

I Don;t Think There's Anything Wrong With Being A Dreamer. There Is Not. But Dreams Have Ways Of Turning Into Nightmares.

„i Forgive You For Stealing My Shawl.“ She Smiles As He Laughs. And Then She Vanishes. A Simple Trick Of Distracting His Attention Long Enough To Slip Out Through The Hall, Despite The Lingering Temptation To Stay.

You May Tell A Tale That Takes Up Residence In Someone's Soul

To Be Rather Than To Seem.