Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.

What did he want? What did he mean he was in the right place?

Mackenzie glanced through the glass doors. It was dark outside, except for the dim light from the front entrance. A night breeze swooshed leaves throughout the parking lot.

Never settle for half the story, and make-up and imagine the rest. Get the full Story!

If you can't stomach an ending, don't begin.

Mad folks are often as dangerous as bad ones.

Be glad while you can.

A question is a door and an unopened door is just part of the wall and as long as it's standing it's doing its job.

O how quickly passes away the glory of the earth.

The CIA is made up of boys whose families sent them to Princeton but wouldn't let them into the family brokerage business.

My life is better with every year of living it.

My first car was a 1977 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Ugly car. More ugly on this car than a Rolling Stones group photo.

Language operates between literal and metaphorical signification