Is That What You Are Doing? Enduring?

Whither Thou Goest, I Will Go; Where Thou Diest, Will I Die And There Will I Be Buried: The Angel Do So To Me, And More Also, If Aught But Death Part Thee And Me.

I Know I Told You Once That Whether God Exists Or Not, We're On Our Own. But When I'm With You, I'm Not.

I Think' She Said, Choosing Her Words With Care, ; That Any Good Impulse Can Be Twisted Into Something Evil.

Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge Of The Imaginatively Bankrupt.

She'd Been Impressed By His Looks At First--those Sharply Planed Cheekbones And Those Black, Fathomless Eyes--but His Affable, Sympathetic Personality Grated On Her Now. She Didn't Like Boys Who Looked As If They Never Got Mad About Anything. In Isabelle's World, Rage Equaled Passion Equaled A Good Time.