"If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being."
A.Yezierska.
“He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom — a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.”
Nora Zeale Hurston.
