Everyone Is Small At Night.

Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness And Love.

But After All, The Villains Are The Salt In The Soup Of A Story.

Women Were Different, No Doubt About It. Men Broke So Much More Quickly. Grief Didn't Break Women. Instead It Wore Them Down, It Hollowed Them Out Very Slowly.

Books Are Like Flypaper, Memories Cling To The Printed Pages Better Than Anything Else.

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!