It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. – Marcel Proust
I think were all a little afraid of the dark. If you lived in the country, as I did, theres nothing quite like country dark, which was really black. And as a child, your imagination runs wild. – Malcolm McDowell
