Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.