Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

It's Odd How Different A House Feels When One Is Alone In It. It Makes It Easier To Think Rather Private Thoughts.

The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.