When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.

My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in __he talk,_ that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else__.

Let's not play games, Mr. Cratchett," I replied. "I wanted to let you know that I'll be coming in for an appointment with Mr. Raisin on Tuesday morning at eleven o'clock. I shall need about an hour and would prefer it if we were not disturbed during that time. I hope that he will be free at that hour but just so you both know, if he is not, then I am perfectly willing to sit in your office until he is free. I shall bring a book with me to pass the time. I shall bring two, if need be. I shall bring the complete works of Shakespeare if he insists on keeping me waiting interminably and those plays will get me through the long hours. But I will not leave until I have seen him, are we quite clear on that? Now, I wish you a very pleasant Sunday, Mr. Cratchett. Enjoy your lunch, won't you? Your breath smells of whisky.

Nice try, mister, but being cute won't save you.

Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?_ I roll my eyes. __ don__ know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback._ __ was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party._ He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. __nd I__ not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks._ __hat__ an acid flashback?_ Izzy crows. __othing,_ my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.