The Night Is A Strawberry.

Peter Swept Aside Yogi Tea And Harmony Herbal Blend, Though He Hesitated A Second Over The Chamomile. .... But No. Violent Death Demanded Earl Grey.

Myrna Could Spend Happy Hours Browsing Bookcases. She Felt If She Could Just Get A Good Look At A Person’s Bookcase And Their Grocery Cart, She’d Pretty Much Know Who They Were.

I Was Tired Of Seeing The Graces Always Depicted As Beautiful Young Things. I Think Wisdom Comes With Age And Life And Pain. And Knowing What Matters.

What Are You Afraid Of? I'm Afraid Of Not Recognizing Paradise.

We're All Blessed And We're All Blighted, Chief Inspector," Said Finney. "everyday Each Of Us Does Our Sums. The Question Is, What Do We Count?