I Didn’t Want To Be Prideful Anymore.

Every Fairy Tale Had A Bloody Lining. Every One Had Teeth And Claws.

In The Darkest Hour Of Winter, When The Starlings Had All Flown Away, Gretel Samuelson Fell In Love. It Happened The Way Things Are Never Supposed To Happen In Real Life, Like A Sledgehammer, Like A Bolt From Out Of The Blue. One Minute She Was A Seventeen Year-old Senior In High School Waiting For A Sicilian Pizza To Go; The Next One She Was Someone Whose Whole World Had Exploded, Leaving Her Adrift In The Milky Way, So Far From Earth She Was Walking On Stars.

That Is The Joy Of Reading Fiction: When All Is Said And Done, The Novel Belongs To The Reader And His Or Her Imagination.

Every Time Someone Forgets, Someone Else Disappears,' My Brother Wrote.

You Cannot Dispute The Ridiculous. You Cannot Argue Reasonably With Evil.