Objectivity? I've Always Had An Objective.

Alas, Poor Yorick! How Surprised He Would Be To See How His Counterpart Of Today Is Whisked Off To A Funeral Parlor And Is In Short Order Sprayed, Sliced, Pierced, Pickled, Trussed, Trimmed, Creamed, Waxed, Painted, Rouged And Neatly Dressed - Transformed From A Common Corpse Into A Beautiful Memory Picture.

Prison Walls Are Meant Not Only To Keep Convicts In, But To Keep The Would-be Investigator Out.

Lifelong Enemies Are, I Think, As Hard To Make And As Important To One's Well-being As Lifelong Friends.

A Thirteen-year-old Is A Kaleidoscope Of Different Personalities, If Not In Most Ways A Mere Figment Of Her Own Imagination. At That Age, What And Who You Are Depends Largely On What Book You Happen To Be Reading At The Moment.

I Have Nothing Against Undertakers Personally. It's Just That I Wouldn't Want One To Bury My Sister.