What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?

“She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.”

“What was the golden motto embroidered on the hem of my baby's silk dress? We ar…”

“Time is something of an enemy" she opined, "for us mortals. And yet I love it" …”

“I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby.'What can we do wit…”