Eternity bids thee to forget.
Language buries, but does not resurrect.
I wrote my first novel and my second novel in Chicago. It was the place where I became a writer. It's my favorite city.
I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.
I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.
Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.