Edward Helped, Making Faces Every

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

The Smile Broke Across His Face The Way The Sunrise Set The Clouds On Fire.

Perhaps There Could Be No Joy On This Planet Without An Equal Weight Of Pain To Balance It Out On Some Unknown Scale.

You Scared Me For A Minute There. I Thought Newton Was Dragging Your Dead Body Off To Bury It In The Woods.

Out Of All The Things About Me That Could Frighten You, You Worry About My Driving.