She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.
So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.