“Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“Miranda rolls her eyes. "Passing over," she says. "That's nice. Is that anything like kicking the bucket? Keeling over, taking a dirt… — Kelly Braffet Copy Share Image
Tonight, most people will be welcomed home by jumping dogs and squealing kids. Their spouses will ask about their day, and tonight,… — Up In The Air Copy Share Image
