Always Remember, With A Strong Enough Will,

I Simply Love Writing Good Stories, That's My Passion.

Cassandra's Grandmother Smiled Then, Only It Wasn't A Happy Smile. Cassandra Thought She Knew How It Felt To Smile Like That. She Often Did So Herself When Her Mother Promised Her Something She Really Wanted But Knew Might Not Happen.

If You Don't Stop Apologizing, You're Going To Convince Me You've Done Something Wrong.

She's One Of The Few People Able To Look Beyond The Lines On My Face To See The Twenty-year-old Who Lives Inside.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?