What Are Stories For If

He Put His Hands On Her Shoulders And Kissed Her Full On The Mouth. His Skin Was Wet With Rain. When She Didn't Pull Away, He Took Her Face Between His Hands And Kissed Her Again, On Her Forehead, On Her Nose, On Her Mouth Once More. "you Will Come, Won't You? Promisse!" He Whispered.

We're All Liars When It Serves Our Purpose.

When You Open A Book It's Like Going To The Theater First You See The Curtain Then It Is Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie. Why Were Sad Stories Often So Beautiful? It Was Different In Real Life.

Nothing Is More Terrifying Than Fearlessness.