Love Was The Hardest Thing. Don't Let

Sometimes,' Sylvie Said, 'one Can Mistake Gratitude For Love.

Sylvie's Knowledge, Like Izzie's, Was Random Yet Far-ranging, 'the Sign That One Has Acquired One's Learning From Reading Novels Rather Than An Education.

Not Being Published Would Be Great. When I Say That To Other Writers They Look At Me As If I'm Totally Insane.

Oh, God. What Was Happening To Her, She Was Turning Into A Normal Person.

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.