“Come at once, she said. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once.”
“Does my lord wish to answer?”
“No,” he said. “Put this in the fire.”
Don’t offend the bees.
She had often daydreamed of how she would dance at her wedding, with every eye upon her and her handsome lord. In her dreams they had all been smiling.
I am a Stark, I can be brave
This music mads me; let it sound no more;/ for though it have holp madmen to their wits,/ in me it seems it will make wise men mad./ Yet blessing on his heart that gives me!/ For ‘tis a sign of love; and love to Richard/ is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. (Richard II, act v scene v)
“My favorite children’s book is about a little prince who came to Earth from a distant asteroid. He meets a pilot whose plane has crashed in a desert. The little prince teaches the pilot many things but mainly about love. My father always told me I was like the little prince. But after I met Adam, I realized I was the pilot all along…”
