How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

We must not harbor the illusion of a killer application.

He struck me many times,

I could sketch out a score in different keys, a new way each time.