You're up to something," I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?" "Yeah, you.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.

I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.

The only good enemy is a dead enemy.

What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you’ll just let it happen. (Marianne)