He Sparked On His Body That Reflect

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

I Can't Always Be Lois Lane," I Insisted. "i Want To Be Superman, Too.

Would You Like To Hear My Story, Bella? It Doesn't Have A Happy Ending - But Which Of Ours Does? If We Had Happy Endings, We'd All Be Under Gravestones Now.

Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The One That's In Plain Sight.