Growth Purely For Its Own Sake Is

There Is A Certain Degree Of Steampunkishness That Creeps Into My Books.

Love And Magic Are Like Oil And Water--they Just Don't Mix.

I Could Almost See Common Sense And Denial Fighting Away At Each Other Within Her. In The End, Denial Won, As It So Often Does.

Do I Have To Talk To Insane People?" "you're A Librarian Now. I'm Afraid It's Mandatory.

If Only Life Were That Simple; If One Could Jump To The Good Parts And Flick Through The Bad.