You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it ... fictionalize it, in a… - John Fowles

We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.

Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.

You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence.

She was a mirror that did not lie; whose interest in me was real; whose love was real.