It stared at them$$$ and it paused for a hundred years$$$ which transpired in a dozen heart beats.

Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder$$$ too$$$ and sharper$$$ and they cut.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red$$$ and orange and red$$$ and red and orange and yellow$$$ like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

I'm bored$$$ she said.<br/>"Learn how to tap-dance$$$" he suggested$$$ without turning around.

He shivered. His coat was thin$$$ and it was obvious he would not get his kiss$$$ which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting kissed.

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

Nobody's American$$$ said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point."

Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything$$$ in which all stories could be opened and discovered.

He was alone in the darkness once more$$$ but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

Let her tell stories and dance in the rain$$$ somersault$$$ tumble and run$$$ her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep$$$ let her grow like a weed in the sun.