"The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely... swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one star falls upon the dreamer."
—Carl Jung
You are my inspiration and my folly.
You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day’s wage.
You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification.
You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star.
I want you.
—George Bernard Shaw
