They were close to the end of the beginning . . .
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.
The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes. My Imagination. I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination.
He killed them with their love.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.