Bless You, Daugher Of Man.

I Had A Standing Arrangement With God: I'd Agree To Believe In Him—barely—so Long As He Let Me Sleep In On Sundays.

It Won't Be That Simple Though, Will It?' She Sounded Wise Beyond Her Years. 'things Are Going To Get Worse Before They Get Better, Aren't They?

At Long Last, She Gasped Out, "it’s Seth." "what Happened?" I Demanded. "is He Okay?" "he Ended It." Her Crying Renewed. "he Broke The Engagement And Told Me It Was Over.

People Who Are Crazy Rarely Question Whether They're Crazy.

Weirdly, An Image Of Adrian’s Love Painting Came Back To Me. I Thought Of The Jagged Red Streak, Slashing Through The Blackness, Ripping It Apart. Staring At Jill And Her Inconsolable Pain, I Suddenly Understood His Art A Little Bit Better.