‘What of art?’
‘It is a malady.’
‘Love?’
‘An illusion.’
‘Religion?’
‘A fashionable substitute for belief.’
‘You are a sceptic.’
‘Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.’
‘What are you?’
‘To define is to limit.’
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via crypticskies)
It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.