He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . . Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We too often forget that not only is there 'a soul of goodness in things evil,' but very generally also, a soul of truth in things erroneous. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly.‘Quite so… Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>