Do you know that if you take the books in an average school library and stretched out all those words into a single line, the line would go all the way around the world? Actually, I made that up, but doesn't it sound like it should be true?

I'm scared," he says."I know," says the nurse."I want you all to go to Hell.""That's natural.

It can be said, then, that Everlost is heaven...for the places that deserve a share of forever. Such places are few and far between...The greatest of these stood near Manhattan's southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven...held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.

You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.