No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime..

Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind being cou….

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died..

You have to know where you were going in order to get there..

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you..

Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have..

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it..

Toy Empressario Wonder Afficianado Avid Shoewearer.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin..

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate..

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?.

If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playfu….

When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant ….

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it..