Life Is Not A Plot; It's In

Here's My Question: What Age Are You When You're In Heaven?

I Shouldn't Have Eavesdropped, But Sometimes, That's The Only Way To Find Out The Truth.

I Smiled At Him As Best I Could And Pushed The Paper Across The Table Before He Could Change His Mind. Because Henry Deville Was Correct - There Was An Ingredient In My Baking More Concenctrated Than Any Extract, More Pungent Than Any Spice; An Ingredient That Everyone Would Recognize And No One Was Able To Name: It Was Regret, And It Rose When One Least Expected.

When You’re Hurting Deeply, You Go Inward.

If Words Had Flavors, Hers Would Be Bitter Almonds And Coffee Grounds.