They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she’d never spoken a word.

They know their crime,” she said. “They know their shame.

Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.

If the bird was made, it chose to be made. It’s here because it chooses to be with you.

The charming king of Arilland had fallen in love at first sight. There was no question he would soon take this beautiful stranger as his bride.Fate had brought them together. Destiny. It was intoxicating.

Her heart was an invalid convinced that it would not survive many more sunsets.

When sad she brings the thunderAnd her tears, they bring the rainWhen ill she feeds a poisonTo us all to fell her painHer smiles they bring the sunshineAnd the laughter and the windAnd the birds...