..no Meal Is Good Enough To Justify

It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken For What He Truly Is.

Farewell,' She Said. 'i Hope You Hear Many More Songs' - Which Was The Best Way She Could Think Of To Say Good-bye To A Butterfly.

The Magician Was Studying Her Face With His Green Eyes. "your Face Is Wet," He Said Worriedly. "i Hope That's Spray. If You've Become Human Enough To Cry, Then No Magic In The World — Oh, It Must Be Spray. Come With Me. It Had Better Be Spray.

Ah. My Story. Are You Certain You Wish To Hear It? It Is Long, Unlikely, And Remarkably Unedifying -- Shameful, Even, To Come From A Minister's Lips. Blasphemous, Too, Properly Regarded.

There Are No Happy Endings, Because Nothing Ends.