But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

She wanted out of the decorating scheme.

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

Virgin suicide What was that she cried? No use in stayin' On this holocaust ride She gave me her cherry She's my virgin suicide

People don't save other people. People save themselves.