I Don't Break; I Bounce.

Time Was Such An Odd Thing. One Moment You Could Talk To Someone, Then Suddenly, They Were Gone.

He Loved Her Beyond All Reason And Didn't Expect Her To Love Him Back. He Was Just Waiting For Her To Wise Up.

My Mother Was A Children's Librarian. I Remember When Traditional Stories Were Revised For Modern Audiences Until They Bore Only A Nodding Acquaintance With The Originals, But Were Released As 'authentic Indian Stories' When They Were, In Fact, Nothing Of The Kind.

You Can't Cage An Eagle For Long Without Destroying It.

I Don't Break; I Bounce.