Pain Is Only What You Allow It

How Strange To Have The Power To Literally Transform Yourself Into Other People, And Yet Be So Unable To Put Yourself In Their Place.

The More That You Travel The More You Get The Sense Of The Word As A Larger Place And The More You Get A Sense Of The Variety Of History And Mythology. And When You Know About These Things You Can Incorporate Them Into What I Feel Is A More Rich And More Large Tapestry Of Fantasy.

He Landed On His Back Amid A Tangled Pile Of Clothes. "isabelle," Simon Protested Weakly, "do You Really Think This Is Going To Make You Feel Any Better?" "trust Me," Isabelle Said, Placing A Hand On His Chest, Just Over His Unbeating Heart. "i Feel Better Already.

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.

He Tried To Learn Seductive Phrases In All Languages, But The Only Swedish He Had Ever Really Needed Was, "do You Serve Anything Aside From Pickled Fish?" And "if You Wrap Me In Furs, I Can Pretend To Be Your Little Fuzzy Bear.