Nobody Likes A Clown At Midnight

Sure, We Need The Gypsies. We Always Have. Because If You Don't Have Someone To Run Out Of Town Once In A While, How Are You Going To Know You Yourself Belong There?

She Didn't See Him At First. She Was Watching The Dancers. Her Color Was High, And There Were Deep Dimples At The Corners Of Her Mouth. She Looked Nine Miles Out Of Place, But He Had Never Loved Her More. This Was Willa On The Edge Of A Smile.

I Have An Idea Of How The Book Will Finish Up, But It Very Rarely Finishes Up The Way That I Think It's Going To.

There Is No Such Thing As A Happy Ending. I Never Met A Single One To Equal "once Upon A Time.

Overhead Was A Sky Blacker Than Jewlers' Velvet, And A Billion Stars Screamed Down.