Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

You Don't Need To Diet, She-body. You Are A Just-right Female." "mcnab?" Eve Said. "yes, Sir." "shut Up." "it's All Right, Dallas. We're A Couple." "a Couple Of What? No, Don't Tell Me. Don't Talk To Me. Don't Talk To Each Other. Let There Be Silence Across The Land.

The State Calls Paul Winthrop To The Stand." ... Paul Answered The Opening Questions Briefly, Weighing His Words, His Eyes On Julia's. "would You Tell The Court The Nature Of Your Relationship With Miss Summers?" "i'm In Love With Miss Summers." The Faintest Of Smiles Touched His Lips. "completely In Love With Miss Summers.

Shannon: Only The Living Suffered. Only They Were Riddled With Guilt And Regret And Unanswered Questions.

I Have To Say You Don't Look Anything Like A Policewoman." Maxia's Perfect Eyebrows Arched As She Gave Eve's Dress A Quick Scan. "leonardo Dresses You, Doesn't He?" "no, I Usually Do It Myself.