She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.

I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful.

I'm afraid of plenty of things," he said. "I just do them anyway.

It's not fair. It's not fair," she cried, knowing it was a child's argument but not caring, because being childish did not make it untrue.

Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.