I no longer feel normal

我喜歡你的後頸，因為這是惟一一處，我可以看著你而你不知道的地方。

I look at you with feelings

you don't understand it forever.

and I won't tell you.

Love cannot be explained; sometimes even cannot be realized.

Russian Red - Tarantino

How I wish I had a loving man

Who could give me some joy

Who could give me some fun

How I wish you were fine

It shouldn't hurt you so much

To talk to me, talk to me

You fill my life with desire

And I have given you so much

Of what you keep under your skin.

Oh, you fill my life with desire

And I have given you so much

Of that touch-less statue in your head.

How you wish I was blind

I couldn't look in your eyes

And torture you.

How you wish I was fine

It should hurt me sometimes

To talk to you, talk to you.

You fill my life with desire

And I have given you so much

Of what you keep under your skin.

Oh, you fill my life with desire

And I have given you so much

Of that touch-less statue in your head.

Oh, you fill my life with desire

And I have given you so much

Of that touch-less statue in your head.

Joan Aiken

“Why do we want to have alternate worlds? It's a way of making progress. You have to imagine something before you do it. ”
― Joan Aiken

“Night's winged horses
No one can outpace
But midnight is no moment
Midnight is a place.

Meet me at Midnight,
Among the Queen Anne's Lace
Midnight is not a moment,
Midnight is a place—

When, when shall I meet you
When shall I see your face
For I am living in time at present
But you are living in space.

Time is only a corner
Age is only a fold
A year is merely a penny
Spent from a century's gold.

So meet me, meet me at midnight
(With sixty seconds' grace)
Midnight is not a moment;
Midnight is a place.”
― Joan Aiken, Midnight Is a Place

“Words are like spices. Too many is worse than too few.”
― Joan Aiken, The Last Slice of Rainbow and Other Stories

“Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room.

("Hair")”
― Joan Aiken, Best New Horror 23

“You may think it odd that there were three men to look after one tiny station, but the people who ran the railway knew that if you left two men together in a lonely place they would quarrel, but if you left three men, two of them could always grumble to each other about the third, and then they would be quite happy.”
― Joan Aiken, A Necklace of Raindrops and Other Stories

“the silence behind her was closing and thickening, and becoming coloured, like water into which a brilliant dye is being poured”
― Joan Aiken, The Cuckoo Tree