There Were People You Could Hug, And

They Kissed For The First Time Then In The Cold Spring Rain, Though Neither One Of Them Now Knew That It Was Raining. Tristran's Heart Pounded In His Chest As If It Was Not Big Enough To Contain All The Joy That It Held. He Opened His Eyes As He Kissed The Star. Her Sky-blue Eyes Stared Back Into His, And In Her Eyes He Could See No Parting From Her.

People Pursue Things. As Soon As They Have Them They Run Away From Them.

Being Brave Doesn't Mean You Aren't Scared. Being Brave Means You Are Scared, Really Scared, Badly Scared, And You Do The Right Thing Anyway.

For Me, Closing Libraries Is The Equivalent Of Eating Your Seed Corn To Save A Little Money.

I Believe That Anyone Who Claims To Know What's Going On Will Lie About The Little Things Too.