An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronising wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them. - Glen Cook
When you fondle meWith your feathery hands,Then…! I feelThe cabal’s of fireflyCreep into my soul - Rehmat Changaizi
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun - Fiona Apple