For you know we do not mind our dress<br/>When we are going home

Mark my trail...

No need to listen for the fall. This is the world's end.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

I understand fine$$$ Kevin said bitterly. "I just think it's fucked. God is either powerless$$$ or stupid or he doesn't give a shit. Or all three. He's evil$$$ dumb and weak. I think I'll start my own Exegesis.

You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up? Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer."<br>"Did he show you slides?"<br>We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief$$$ you laugh at what you can.

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly$$$ and for no reason$$$ for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

Because her general taste appalled him$$$ it annoyed him that he himself constituted one of her favorites. It was an anomaly which he had never been able to take apart.