The young reinvent the universe, he said. And they give the new universe to us as their gift.
I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?
His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I'm not with him; but then when I see him again I'm overcome.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.
I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius.