an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Sunday, February 18, 2007

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"Sin is a lack of love."


Scariest thing I've ever seen. Also the scariest thing I've ever seen.




"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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