Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had n... - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write."

"The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown."

"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write."

"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."

"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."