For the sake of the aftermath.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

I'm Reginald Clark, I'm afraid of the darkSo please do not close this book on me.

She knew there was something dark in her then, when she left the alley and the shadows followed.

And although our bodies are bounded with skin, and we can differentiate between outside and inside, they cannot exist except in a certain kind of natural environment.

With organic approaches, women - who have been gardeners for millennia and mothers forever - can rise because of their intimate knowledge of nature.

We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.

Valor is superior to number.

Socialism isn't a dirty word; it just means sharing. Really, it's just the bureaucratic arm of Christianity.

What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?

The cost of living keeps going up, although death is surprisingly affordable.