My Mom Taught Me Not To Talk

The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul

That Is What I Think About Women: We Can Do So Much And Take Care Of So Much That We Put A Lot Of Pressure On Ourselves To Fully Get It All Handled.

I'd Seen Sage Bleed. I'd Made Sage Bleed. Not That It Hurt Him Any; He Healed So Quickly...in Smaller Doses It Has Incredible Healing Powers. Ben's Voice Rang Out In My Head. I Remembered He Said That Earlier, About...the Elixir Of Life.the Crackpot, Completely Bogus, Absolutely Insane Elixir Of Life.did It Actually Exist? Had Sage Had Some? Enough To Keep Him Alive, Young, And Speed-healing For The Last Five Hundred Years?and If So, Had He Used That Time To Find One Woman, Again And Again In Different Incarnations, To Love Her...or Destroy Her?

I Know I Can Handle Dramatic Roles, But I Don't Think I Should Have To Play A Young Mother On Crack To Prove It.

When A Newspaper Comes Out That Says 'duff' Puff - She Must Have Gained 15 Pounds' Or Something Like That, How Would Any Normal Person React?