Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

Eve Engaged Her On Duty Sign And Stepped Out Of The Car. Immediately Her Ears Were Assaulted With A Blast Of Music. Christmas Carols Pumped, Full Blast, Into The Air. She Decided That People Ran Inside, Ready To Buy Anything, Just To Escape The Noise.

Holding Onto Something That's Gone Only Makes A Sickness Inside.

Why Are You Always Smiling? What Do You Know?

Do You Know What Happens When You Always Look Before You Leap?" She Reached Out And Touched His Hand Before Hurrying Toward The Door. "you Hardly Ever Make The Jump.

The Most Important Thing In Writing Is To Have Written. I Can Always Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank One.