At first it appeared as if something with wings had fallen from above... perhaps an angel who had faltered then drowned, in tears of this poor tired world.

“No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burn…”

“Instead of going home, I drove to the library. To hell with human beings. I’d a…”

“Young Sally Owens: He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorit…”

“Well, maybe that's what love is, as state of mind ready to grace anyone willing…”