Just Because It's Fiction Doesn't Mean It's

The Problem With You Is That You Always See A Glass Of Milk Half Empty Instead Of Half Filled.

You Can Make It Dark, But I Can't Make It Light.

Sometimes Chris Wished He Could Sneak A Peek At The Back Of The Book, So To Speak, And See How It Was All Going To Turn Out, So That He Wouldn't Have To Bother Going Through The Motions.

She Thought Of Death Like The Seam Of A Hem: Each Time You Lose Someone Close, It Unraveled A Little. You Could Still Go Along With Your Life, But You'd Be Forever Tripping Over Something You Previously Took For Granted.

The Only Person Who Suffers, When You Squirrel Alway All That Hate, Is You.