Hope Will Lie To You,

Your Heart Is Not A Wound To Be Poked At To See If The Scab Is Ready To Come Off. You Can Be Healed Of That Very Old Pain, If You’ll Just Let It Happen. (marianne)

Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It Gives No Warmth.

I Hate To Shop. I Consider It One Of Life's Necessary Evils, Like Brussels Sprouts And High-heeled Shoes.

Some People Just Don't Seem To Understand The Concept Of Fiction. It Is Fiction; It Ain't True, Folks

Death, Jewelry, Or Magic; It Sounded Like Valentine's Day.