Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.
You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.
You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world…