Someone Once Told Me That

The Letters Are Mixed Up. U And I Should Be Together.

I Smiled At Him As Best I Could And Pushed The Paper Across The Table Before He Could Change His Mind. Because Henry Deville Was Correct - There Was An Ingredient In My Baking More Concenctrated Than Any Extract, More Pungent Than Any Spice; An Ingredient That Everyone Would Recognize And No One Was Able To Name: It Was Regret, And It Rose When One Least Expected.

The Best Place To Cry Is On A Mother's Arms.

People Think They Know What They're Getting, And They're Always Wrong.

When Your Mother Is Made Out Of Your Dreams, Anything Real Is Bound To Disappoint You.