Be Happy That After Living So Many

Books Have Been Thought Of As Windows To Another World Of Imagination

I Stared Because Their Faces, So Different, So Similar, Were All Devastatingly, Inhumanly Beautiful.

They Wouldn't Let Me Play; Only Alice Would Play Games With Me Anymore.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

"you’re Exactly Like Charlie." She'd Sighed, Resigned. "once You Make Up Your Mind, There Is No Reasoning With You. Of Course, Exactly Like Charlie, You Stick By Your Decisions, Too."