Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

Listen To The Trees Talking In Their Sleep,' She Whispered, As He Lifted Her To The Ground. 'what Nice Dreams They Must Have!

People Who Don't Like Cats Always Seem To Think There Is Some Peculiar Virtue In Not Liking Them.

Maples Are Such Sociable Trees ... They're Always Rustling And Whispering To You.

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

When People Mean To Be Good To You, You Don't Mind Very Much When They're Not Quite—always.