“If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.”
“I could write stories; I could hide from the world and make my own instead of trying to change it or live in it. I could make paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”
“Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.”
“I would never, never do anything unless I believed in it.”
“I could write paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”
“I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.”