It could not be proven whether God existed, one might as well believe that he did, because there was everything to gain by believing and nothing to lose.
Cynic,
Cock his head this way and that. Called him Cricket, on
And finally i prayed for the mouse-I prayed that he didn't get hurt when he went flying out the door of the open arms baptist church of naomi. I prayed that he landed on a nice patch of grass.
You are the ever-expanding universe to me
What is?', he said. 'What if?' is a question that belongs to magic.
The princess smiled at Despereaux again, and this time, Despereaux smiled back. And then, something incredible happened: The mouse fell in love.
Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees. But then she would remember that she had a plan.
Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.
She had on a spangled top that sparkled like fish scales. Her hair was very yellow. She looked like a mermaid in a bad mood.(p. 82 RAYMIE NIGHTINGALE)
Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since,in the...
Quest. Say it, reader. Say the word quest lout loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.
Putting on socks is hard work, said Bink. I'm hungry.
Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.
Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.
Men and boys always want to go fight. They are always looking for a reason to go to war. It is the saddest thing. They have this abiding notion that war is fun. And no history lesson will convince the...
If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.
I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing.
How can a story end happily if there is no love?
Holy unanticipated occurrences!