It's Helpful For Me To Get Ideas

A Woman I Should Like To Think I Know Rather Well And A Woman I Had Always Considered A Mystery, Are In Fact The Same Person.

The Finest Of Pleasures Are Always The Unexpected Ones.

Good And Evil Are A Great Deal More Complex Than A Princess And A Dragon . . . Is Not The Dragon The Hero Of His Own Story?

Each Of Them Always Gravitating Toward The Other. Yet Still They Do Not Touch.

They Are Enthusiasts, Devotees. Addicts. Something About The Circus Stirs Their Souls, And They Ache For It When It Is Absent. They Seek Each Other Out, These People Of Such Specific Like Mind. They Tell Of How They Found The Circus, How Those First Few Steps Were Like Magic. Like Stepping Into A Fairy Tale Under A Curtain Of Stars… When They Depart, They Shake Hands And Embrace Like Old Friends, Even If They Have Only Just Met, And As They Go Their Separate Ways They Feel Less Alone Than They Had Before.