You Can't Make Me Love You.

You Can't Make Me Love You.

There's A But, Isn't There?" Said Coraline. "i Can Feel It. Like A Rain Cloud.

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

If Not For Death, They’d Be Content To Simply Exist, But With Death, Well, Their Lives Will Have Meaning — A Boundary Beyond Which The Living Cannot Cross.

Books Smell And Feel Better. They Have That Wonderful Thingness Of Turning The Pages.