There was no sign of her daughter, no sign of a small body crumpled by the railway.

Autumn began to run. She felt an icy terror flood through her. He must have been waiting for her. He’d followed her all the way here. To this open, empty place. He knows where I live.

it wasn’t until the train went past that she saw the small body lying in the long grass by the side of the wood.

In the fleeting light she saw the meadow, dotted with stunted hawthorns, their twisted limbs dense with red berries, and then a shape: achingly familiar, child-sized, shockingly still.

Only one small, pale spot on her cheek was visible where her skin, free of blood, gleamed, as polished as bone.

And even then, it might not have been too awful, but his head snapped back and he hit a rock, breaking like a blunt molar from the ground.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us... Save my little girl...

religion is for man and not man for religion

If you want to work on your acting, work on yourself.

But of course these conjectures as to why God does what He does are probably of no more value than my dog's ideas of what I am up to when I sit and read.

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

It's hard enough to go through puberty. Everyone's embarassed about their youth, but if just happens that the '80s were particularly disgusting. Flock of Seagulls is not cool.

I would prefer a public option that would be a competitive option that would allow people to buy into a Federal Employee Health Benefits Program, which is a series of private plans.

It’s more than just saying lines and turning the light on. You have to drive the story - there’s a technical aspect.

The only failure is not knowing how to be happy."---My Story

If it sounds good and feels good, then it IS good!