S.D. Lawendowski

Sad truth is. . . we all end up alone on some death bed. Yeah? No way to take anybody else's place and no way we can be lying on the same one.__ was at the edge of the white-wed cloth. My shoes filled with concrete, as did my head, looking at the empty shell of what was once a woman full of wonder.__ny way to make someone feel not so alone?_ she asked. __he only thing anyone can ever do is help someone feel a little less lonely before they get there.___ow does someone do that?_ __emories. Help create memories. Better ones. Ones to replace the old.

Ask broad questions and you'll get more than one answer. Ask specific questions and you'll get no answer.

I've got just as much luck with locks as I do hearts. In other words, no luck at all.

If girls could spit venom, it'd be through their eyes.

People only keep their eyes open out of habit. And, nothing more.

But, even when angry, she had a voice that would put finches in their place and lull them to silence.