I cry to let everything out

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

I am locked into the mirror and there is no door out.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a little deep?'' Yoda asked. ''It'll help the roots get established,'' I explained. ''Established where? China?

Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.

Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.