It Is A Fool's Prerogative To Utter

Coraline Opened The Box Of Chocolates. The Dog Looked At Them Longingly. "would You Like One?" She Asked The Little Dog. "yes, Please," Whispered The Dog. "only Not Toffee Ones. They Make Me Drool." "i Thought Chocolates Weren't Very Good For Dogs," She Said, Remembering Something Miss Forcible Had Once Told Her. "maybe Where You Come From," Whispered The Little Dog. "here, It's All We Eat.

Books Smell And Feel Better. They Have That Wonderful Thingness Of Turning The Pages.

You Hurt. It's Okay. I Hurt Too. Hold My Hand.

A Story Only Matters, I Suspect, To The Extent That The People In The Story Change.

I Learned To Write By Writing.