Words That May Inspire You

Winter of Summers by Michel Faudet

   My preferred way to travel is not a plane but a book. How wonderful it is to be transported somewhere new without having to leave your bed.

   I believe we've reached a point in history where we know exactly the stupid path we are sleepwalking along but simply don't care enough to wake up and change direction.

   When a dream comes true, it never ceases to amaze me how quickly the restlessness returns.

   Read to me, my love, and please never stop.