Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead

Is It Like A Harry Potter Thing?" He Turned His Head Then. "a What?" "a Harry Potter Thing," She Said Again. "you Know, Don't Say Voldemort's Name Because You Might Attract His Attention?" He Considered It. "you Mean The Children's Book." "i Have Got To Get You To Watch More Movies," She Said. "you'd Enjoy These. Yes, I Mean The Children's Book.

Happiness Is German Engineering, Italian Cooking, And Belgian Chocolate.

If You Could Just See Your Face,” She Told Me. “you Look Like A Cat In A Bathtub.

Love Thy Enemies, It Says In The Scriptures. My Foster Mother Always Added, "at The Very Least, You Will Be Polite To Them.

Moonlight Streamed In, Sending Loving Beams Over His Face. He Closed His Eyes And Basked In It, And I Could Tell It Was Calling To Him, Even Though The Moon Was Not Full. She Didn't Speak To Me, But Samuel Had Once Described Her Song To Me In The Words Of A Poet. The Expression Of Bliss On His Face While He Listened To Her Music Made Him Beautiful.