“…what I told them was 'a poem,' a thing made by a maker, a work of art, part history of long ago, part invention.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
