We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
“No light, no light in your bright blue eyes, I never knew daylight could be so violent. A revelation in the light of day. You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. And I’ll do anything to make you stay.”