Getting A Room's Not Always Enough. Sometimes

I Do Not Feel Obliged In My Reading. I Read To Be Entertained And To Relax, And To Go Into Another World, Not Because It's Good For Me.

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

It’s Never Simple.” Avery Slid An Arm Around Hope’s Waist. “it Shouldn’t Be. Because Being With Someone Should Matter Enough To Be At Least A Little Bit Complicated.

A Relationship Isn't Something That Has To Be Created In A Day Or Perfected In A Day. Part Of The Game Is To Keep Working On It. It's Something That'll Always Be Just A Little Flawed.

He Looked Around When He Heard A Window-rattling Roar. "earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear War?" "beaver," Peter Told Him. "i Don't Care If It Is Alaska, You Don't Have Beavers Big Enough To Sound Like That.