He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different

She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

If You Keep Pretending You're In That Book, It Will Make You Not Want To Live In The Life You're In.

The Spoken Word Is Nothing. It Hardly Lives Longer Than An Insect! Only The Written Word Is Eternal. - Balbulus

Reality Is A Fragile Thing.

Perhaps The Story In The Book Is Just The Lid On A Pan: It Always Stays The Same, But Underneath There's A Whole World That Goes On - Developing And Changing Like Our Own World.