“Without you, I am an empty placewhere spiders crawl and nothing takes root.”

“Imagine a placewhere time is countedby ticks and tocks,but space is measuredin sunsetImagine a placewhere each turntakes you home.Imagine a placewhere the tang of pineMeets the salt of seawhere adventure findsa waiting heartImagine a placewhere words shelter youideasuphold you,andthought lead youto the secretinside the labyrinth...Imagine a placewhere castle and cloudShift from square to squareand the world liesin the winner's handImagine a placewhere the sigh of wavesspill from your suitcaseand drift into your dreamsImagine....here”

“I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes.""Those are spiders.”

“Put up in a placewhere it is easy to seethe cryptic admonishmentT.T.TWhen you feel how depressinglyslowly you climbit's well to remember thatThings Take Time.”

“It was no mean trick doing the wiring with those mittens on. But I managed it and crawled out, batting spiders into the shadows. I could hear a thud as they hit the floor joists, then a scuttling sound, then, worst of all, the silence of spiders.”

“I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.”