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People Tell Their Children There Are No Monsters In The World. They Tell Them That Because They Believe It, Or They Want The Child To Feel Safe. But There Are Monsters, Luke, All The More Frightening Because They Look Like People.

An Eye For An Eye.” “that's A Revenge Thing, Right? From Some Play.” “the Bible, Darling. The Lord Of All Plays.

Did They Know - The Young And Fearless - What A Miraculous Thing It Was To Have All Of Anyone?

Why Couldn't She Have This, Just Enjoy This, Without Creating Obstacles, Digging Up Problems, Worrying About Mistakes, About Tomorrow's? Why Let The Maybe's, The What If's, The Probabilities Spoil Something So Lovely?

I Always Thought Everybody Made Up Stories In Their Heads - Never Thought About Actually Writing Them Down On Paper Until I Was Snowed In With The Kids In The Blizzard Of '79 - 3 Feet Of Snow. I Live In A Rural Area And Was Stuck. No Morning Kindergarten - It Was A Nightmare.