“Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.”
~Nightwoods

Human kind cannot bear very much reality

"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."

I thought I knew what I wanted. I wanted silence, I wanted noise. I wanted people, I wanted solitude. I wanted intelligence, I wanted ignorance. I wanted everything and yet I wanted nothing. But now I’m sitting here surrounded by thousands of roads and thousands of signs, every one telling me to do something different and to decide quickly before time runs out. I want to be young, in the dark, whispering secrets to my diary and crying like no one is watching. I want to dance and jump and sing and laugh again. I want honesty, I want pacing, I want innocence. I just want to be safe again. -

(Source: mind-of-a-writer)