Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions
Some stories are so familiar its like going home.
Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.
Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.
Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.
It is my opinion that this day will never come to an end," said Prince, with a yawn that nearly rent him assunder.