I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.

"Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

Faith isn't absence of doubt. It's belief without proof, not without question.

Long-haired Chihuahuas have no notion they are bite-sized.

Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.