The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

She kept watching the words.

Even death has a heart.

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

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

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over paint and painting myself into corners. I also realized fairly quickly that painting bored me.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.