He Was Like Superman, But With Fangs

I Don't Break; I Bounce.

Some People Are Like Slinkies.they Aren't Really Good For Anything, But They Still Bring A Smile To My Face When I Push Them Down A Flight Of Stairs.

Charles Was Most Comfortable By Himself Or, If That Wasn't Possible, With His Pack In The Wild. Talking For Hours In A Crowded Auditorium Was Not On Any List Of Things He Enjoyed—or Things He Was Good At. At Least No One Had Died. Yet.

Charles Looked At Her Thoughtfully. "people Talk To You," He Said. "that Could Be Useful.

To Make Great Art, You Had To Expose Your Soul, And Some Things Should Be Left Safely In The Dark.