Sometimes,' Sylvie Said, 'one Can

The Grim Reaper, Gloria Corrected Herself - If Anyone Deserved Capital Letters It Was Surely Death. Gloria Would Rather Like To Be The Grim Reaper. She Wouldn't Necessarily Be Grim, She Suspected She Would Be Quite Cheerful (come Along Now, Don't Make Such A Fuss).

Oh, God. What Was Happening To Her, She Was Turning Into A Normal Person.

The Beginning Is The Word And The End Is Silence. And In Between Are All The Stories.

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.

In The End, It Is My Belief, Words Are The Only Things That Can Construct A World That Makes Sense.