Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

What Is Technology?" Cian Pulled His Brother Inside, Pushed The Button For The Next Floor. "it's Another God.

It Was Best Not To Think, Not To Analyze. It Was Best To Accept And Act.

I Do Indeed Write On The Road. My Laptop Goes With Me Everywhere.

I Don't Kick A Man When He's Down, Unless I'm The One Who Put Him Down In The First Place. I Don't Put Him Down Unless He Deserves It. And I Don't Break My Word If I Give It. So I'll Give You My Word.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.