A house as old as this one becomes in time a living thing.
Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.
Perfection has no place in love.
I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die.
You only seem to know what other writers tell you.
Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.
