As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their

For Years I Wrote In My Basement. More Recently I Graduated To One Floor Above, An Office With All My Books And Music And - Ta Da! - A Window.

She Had Been So Consumed With Escaping Her Own Misery, She Hadn't Considered The Misery She Might Inflict.

Scenery Without Solace Is Meaningless.

Hello, Edward. I've Been Waiting For You.

Never Tell A Child That Something It's Too Hard