We Are All Dying Of Life.

Losing Innocence. Remembering Heaven. That Was The Essence Of Hell

Spend As Much Time As You Can With Your Mouth Shut And Your Eyes And Ears Open.

We Are All Dying Of Life.

Libraries Are Magical Places. There's Nothing Quite Like Strolling The Hushed Aisles, Letting Your Eye Rove Along Dimly Lit Shelves. Each Spine, Each Title, Seems To Beckon With A Promise Of Incredible Wonders, Surprises, And Adventures.

Guilty She Might Be. But What Human Being Was Not? There Were Things In Her Past She Needn't Be Ashamed Of, Things To Be Proud Of; She Wouldn't Surrender So Meekly To A Condemning Judgment.