I Could Cut A Star

I Only Want To Catch You,” Michael Explained. “i Won’t Hurt You.” “no! No!” The Star Crackled Desperately. “that’s Wrong! I’m Supposed To Die!” “but I Could Save You If You’d Let Me Catch You,” Michael Told It Gently. “no!” Cried The Star. “i’d Rather Die!

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.

Every Man In Ingary Is Scared Stiff Of Her. You Ought To Know How That Feels, Sophie Dear.

A Garden Should Be Natural-seeming, With Wild Sections, Including A Large Area Of Bluebells.

My Shining Dishonesty Will Be The Salvation Of Me.