In a country of ideas, consciousness is its' citizen.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.

I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we__e imagining it. Because it is the most painful kind of hope there is.

My goal is to be the most magical person you know. I say that all the time, because it__ an idea that really does shape my daily life. But you might not have met me, or maybe you aren__ familiar with me at all. Still, I know that you have a person who has given you that feeling.

Rosy waited as long as she dared then sat forward and let her eye rove Franny__ lounge, up and down the shelves, looking for something, not even sure she could bring herself to act if she saw it again, already convinced this was her worst ever idea