I Love To Read Aloud.

Nothing Chased Nightmares Away Faster Than The Rustle Of Printed Paper.

Every German Child Learns To Speak English In School.

The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A Thieving Fox.

Why Would We Ever Want To Go Back When Your World Is So Accommodating With Your Telephones And Your Guns And What's That Sticky Stuff Called ...duct Tape.

She Wanted To Return To Her Dream. Perhaps It Was Still Somewhere There Behind Her Closed Eyelids. Perhaps A Little Of Its Happiness Still Clung Like Gold Dust To Her Lashes. Don't Dreams In Fairy Tales Sometimes Leave A Token Behind?