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she would be able to tend their son with a mother's warrior love.

But I have to admit here that when he told me this story, my first, awful thought was: good material.

I am having a crisis, she thought. I suddenly feel a new fragile sense of myself in this world and it's unbearable.

It is not aloofness, superiority. It's a protection. Who in this ravaged battlefield doesn't want to gather close her comrades?

Maybe the ending was the best part - the only time you saw the beauty in it all.

blood slips down her chin, and I start to feel dizzy. I look

The echo of my thought startled me. The weight of the future it contained frightened me more than anything else

Flossie's moments of clear-mindedness are few and far between, with or without the laudanum. Your aunt is a hysteric, unfortunately.

Answers? Ha, he would say that. More like riddles, mazes, labyrinths. If there's some power trying to show me the way, it should give better directions.

The realtor was a tool.

I'm not dense. It was a power struggle with a veneer of shiny.

do with love. Or rather lust, that tricky emotion that could masquerade as love while driving you crazier than real love ever would.

is an intense butterfly, flitting from focus to focus and giving each his undivided attention. It's flattering when it's you. Not so charming when it isn't.

Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

I know. It's shocking to think that the government would try to stick its nose in our ladyparts.

According to Jung, synchronicity is an unpredictable moment of meaningful coincidence

Dear Hope, I NEVER thought Id see the day when two of your daily e-mails sandwiched a message from none other than PAUL PARLIPIANO. My crush to end all crushes! Gay man of my dreams! OOOH!

Unless Spelling Bee bitches exist, this makes her the geekiest kind of groupie on e can possibly be.

Mine means 'body,'" Tanu interjected. 'Wow, that's so eerie,' ALF said. 'Because . . . you have a body.

the birthrates aren't falling any more drastically than our own. . . ." There's some booing. And an angry voice in the crowd shouts, "Socialist!

I love jell-o. I love the way it comes in rainbow colours, wiggles and jiggles and looks like brains.

She ran upstairs and grabbed her Grouchy pencil.

No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed'.

That is ridiculous," she said. The king agreed. "Like falling in love with a landslide. Only you could fail to notice.