His Flesh Took Paleness From His Bones.

...i Mean, You Don't Just Love People, You Must Love Them With Exclamation Points.

Creativity Is A Continual Surprise.

The Wind Outside Nested In Each Tree, Prowled The Sidewalks In Invisible Treads Like Unseen Cats. Tom Skelton Shivered. Anyone Could See That The Wind Was A Special Wind This Night, And The Darkness Took On A Special Feel Because It Was All Hallows' Eve. Everything Seemed Cut From Soft Black Velvet Or Gold Or Orange Velvet. Smoke Panted Up Out Of A Thousand Chimneys Like The Plumes Of Funeral Parades. From Kitchen Windows Drifted Two Pumpkin Smells: Gourds Being Cut, Pies Being Baked.

If Blake Said That, Said Father Brian, He Never Lived In Dublin.

Recreate The World In Your Own Image And Make It Better For Your Having Been Here.