I Like To Think Of Myself As

There Are Hearts, Reader, That Never Mend Again Once They Are Broken. Or If They Do Mend, They Heal Themselves In A Crooked And Lopsided Way, As If Sewn Together By A Careless Craftsman.

It Is A Bad Thing To Have Love And Nowhere To Put It.

I'm Just Doing What I've Done My Whole Life, Which Is Talking To People About Books And Making Them Read. It's What I Do In My Friendships. "here, You Have To Read This, You Have To Read This."

Once There Was A Princess Who Was Very Beautiful. She Shone Bright As The Stars On A Moonless Night. But What Difference Did It Make That She Was Beautiful? None. No Difference." Why Did It Make No Difference?" Asked Abilene. Because," Said Pellegrina, "she Was A Princess Who Loved No One And Cared Nothing For Love, Even Though There Were Many Who Loved Her.

Once Upon A Time," He Said Out Loud To The Darkness. He Said These Words Because They Were The Best, The Most Powerful Words That He Knew And Just The Saying Of Them Comforted Him.