My other hand moves up to the ruby heart. Closing my fingers around it, I shut my es and return to Neverland. Even if only in a dream

Any last words?”
“Go to hell, you freaking…filthy…godforsaken…”
Our noses almost touch as he dips his head and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Angel, the word you’re looking for is pirate.

To die, would be an awfully big adventure.

I've been practicing that shot - in my dreams. It seemed like it was in the air forever. I can't believe it actually went in the basket.

In my dreams, I have Keira Knightley's eyebrows.

How is it that, a full two centuries after Jane Austen finished her manuscript, we come to the world of Pride and Prejudice and find ourselves transcending customs, strictures, time, mores, to arrive at a place that educates, amuses, and enthralls us? It is a miracle. We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else's mind.