What A Plague Love Is!

Everyone Is Small At Night.

A Thousand Enemies Outside The House Are Better Than One Within. Arab Proverb

She Read And Read And Read, But She Was Stuffing Herself With The Letters On The Page Like An Unhappy Child Stuffing Itself With Chocolate. They Didn’t Taste Bad, But She Was Still Unhappy.

She Had Found Him And Was Bringing Back His Thanks. Nor Did She Forget To Mention That He Had Assured Her That She Was Indeed The Most Beautiful Fairy He Had Ever Set Eyes On.

Books Are Like Flypaper, Memories Cling To The Printed Pages Better Than Anything Else.