Write Like It Matters, And

Truth Casts A Spell Of Its Own.

Really, Being A Librarian Is A Much More Dangerous Job Than You Realize.

One Could Argue That It's Romantic To Die For Love. Of Course, Then You're Dead And Unable To Take That Honeymoon Trip To The Alps With All The Other Fashionable Young Couples, Which Is A Shame.

I Don't Have Time To Feel Sorry For Myself. I've Got To Think.

When She Can't Bring Me To Heal With Scolding, She Bends Me To Shape With Guilt.