A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop

I met a travler from an ancient land.