Most Everything You Think You Know About

Everything In Life Is A Metaphor.

I've Always Liked Libraries. They're Quiet And Full Of Books And Full Of Knowledge.

Something In Her Small Eyes Caught The Sunlight And Glistened, Like A Glacier On The Faraway Face Of A Mountain.

Don't You Think It Would Be Wonderful To Get Rid Of Everything And Everybody And Just Go Some Place Where You Don't Know A Soul?

Somewhere In His Body--perhaps In The Marrow Of His Bones--he Would Continue To Feel Her Absence.