"...I have no rest from myself, and I feel that I am consuming my own life, that for the sake of the honey I give to someone in a void, I despoil my finest flowers of their pollen, tear them up, trample on their roots."

"...it was difficult to force the delicate abstractions of the page into the crude actual world."
Cheers to that Lev Grossman ?

"It was near the antique shop with the palace of a bird cage in its window, so I took her there to see it, and she enjoyed the point, its fantasy: 'But still, it's a cage.'"