“What is it that wells up so suddenly and menacingly under my heart, swallowing the soft air of melancholy? Are you pleased with us, dark night? What is it you conceal under your mantle, that grabs invisibly and powerfully at… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“He yanks me toward him and though I'm startled, I almost cry out with joy. Yes, I think. Kiss me, touch me, use me. Whatever he needs, I will give.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
