Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven.

Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven.

We All Have Our Routines," He Said Softly."but They Must Have A Purpose And Provide An Outcome That We Can See And Take Some Comfort From, Or Else They Have No Use At All. Without That, They Are Like The Endless Pacings Of A Caged Animal. If They Are Not Madness Itself, Then They Are A Prelude To It.

I Thought It Was Her Wicked Stepmother Who Poisoned Her...' '...turned Out The Wicked Stepmother Had An Alibi.' '...seems She Was Off Poisoning Someone Else At The Time. Chance In A Million, Really. It Was Just Bad Luck.

They Were On The Side Of The Angels, Even If The Angels Weren't Entirely Sure That This Was A Good Thing.

Here Is A Truth, A Truth By Which To Live: There Is Hope. There Is Always Hope. If We Choose To Abandon It, Our Souls Will Turn To Ash And Blow Away.