“Saturday, three o’clock,” I confirmed as he turned and walked away. I don’t think it would be exaggerating much to say that… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Amanda meant to move, but somehow her feet didn't do anything. They were like Quebec, determined to be independent.” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
I was adored [as a kid]. I was always in the air, hurled up and kissed and thrown in the air again.… — Mel Brooks Copy Share Image