He lived in his books. His books came alive. Life and dreams, they became the same.
Wouldn't that be something?
That's what I want, a lot of the time. I want my life and dreams to be the same. I want to blur the line. I don't want to know fact from fiction.
But that's not the way life is.
Not for me. Or you.
I'm glad it happened for someone, though.
