“Whose ideas breathe through me? Am I a thief? Do I dream my own dreams?”

“The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does.I can see a chord, hear gospel songs as we hoist the sails.The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive.”

“It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories”

“I want to sling a stone, a small rock into a pool, see it ripple. I want to shake a tree, create a small storm..”

“On his departure, he glanced swiftly back as he passed the furtive gaze of the gloved footmen.He was swept away in the momentum of shimmering glass....I had seen how the world turned, and I was beg...”

“His lone withdrawing figure blended anonymously with the darkness, Dr Raven's quick, light steps becoming gradually distant, drowned out by the clicking staccato rush of trains, the steady drip of ...”

“I can see the caravanserai, like a mirage in the distance. The heat hums. I thought I saw water. What would you have on these trade winds for your comfort?”

“The problem isn't finding out where you are gonna go-its figuring out what you are gonna do once you get there that is! (Jamie Sullivan)”

“I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought Id give you . . . me.He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snugg...”

“we should live like we smoke inhale the present and exhale the past.”