I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
All I know is that I love reading books, and when I write I want my books to be like the books I love: solid, thoughtful, cliché-less, and both mindful of the ugliness of the world and also the beauty of being alive.
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
Picture it now, down the road
Oh just say the word and I’ll go
Wherever you are, whatever the coast
You are the one I care for the most
Remember the night we slept on the roof?
I didn’t sleep much to tell the truth
Now we’re the sand caught in the tide
We laugh until we cry
Get excited about books.