Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.