"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.