Time's the thief of memory

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

Don't ask me silly questions I won't play silly games I'm just a simple choo choo train And I'll always be the same. I only want to race along Beneath the bright blue sky And be a happy choo choo train Until the day I die.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America.

It's hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.