“Zues?" I said. "His computer. He named it." Then she whispered conspiratorially, "He acts like it's a person." "I do not," he said as we walked down the hall toward his room. "You gave it a birthday party," she said.… — James Ponti Copy Share Image
“Is it my birthday again? Already? Where does the time go?" "Behind us --or in front. It depends on which way you are looking.” — David Eddings Copy Share Image
