Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.

She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.