The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That's what I wanted - to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.