Living in the past is my future

If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.

May I have the next dance, Miss Elizabeth?

Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.

Come little children, I’ll take thee away, Into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the time’s come to play, Here in my garden of magic.

Today, the pain, the stoking, the thrill of someone new, the promise of so much bliss hovering a fingertip away, the desperate cunning I bring to everyone I want and crave to be wanted by […] — all these started the summer Oliver came into our house.