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Amelia Mangan
Stanley forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly, after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who'd fall in love with a fictional character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at least Harriet had thought so. He couldn't quite do it, though. Couldn't quite see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.
Rebecca McNutt
Well, you're not exactly social, are you, Mandy Valems?Oh yeah, sure, because I'm just surrounded by genius to be social with in this day and age, Mandy replied with razor-sharp sarcasm. Hey, I don't need anyone else! I've got you, you're my friend, and you'll be with me forever!…You won't be with me forever, though… said Alecto cynically. I'm like a spider's web; anyone who is friends with me gets dragged into my troubles and eventually dies.…Poetic, dear friend, Mandy sighed, shaking her head. Morbid, but poetic.
Rebecca McNutt
Mandy would much rather have imaginary friends who were real than real friends who were imaginary.
Richelle E. Goodrich
He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Severing our young and fragile friendship was a sad ordeal, but sadder still was the fact that this friend found it so difficult to respond to my immediate need, unlike a dreamed boy who always afforded me easy comfort. I couldn't understand what was so hard about reaching out to hug someone. But judging by Gregory's uncomfortable conduct I had to assume it was an honest trial.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Gavin, I can't talk to you here. People will call me crazy. My imaginary friend smirked. But you're already talking to me. Well, I have to stop. His smirk grew cocky. I doubt you can resist. And he was right. There was nothing I wanted more than to give my full attention to an imagined shadow and ignore those who ignored me in the real world. I wanted to talk out loud to Gavin―to play and laugh boisterously with him. In a dream I could justify such behavior, but to succumb to hallucinations while wide awake would only prove me insane.