... The Wing Of A Fly Is

I Could Bear The Memory, But I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing Thing.

She Had Awakened Something In Him That Had Slumbered Far Too Long. Not Only Did He Feel Passion, He Felt The Return Of Hope.

But No One Walks Out Of His Family Without Reprisals: A Family Is Too Disciplined An Army To Offer Compassion To Its Deserters.

From The Very Beginning, I Wrote To Explain My Own Life To Myself, And I Invited Any Readers Who Chose To Make The Journey With Me To Join Me On The High Wire.

Craziness Attacks The Softest Eyes And Hamstrings The Gentlest Flanks.