“The shop was a monument to uninhibited human depravity, the kind that scars souls with permanent shadows. I” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
Many of the twisted minds and crippled characters in the world were made by careless parents who kept their children away from… — Gilbert Highet Copy Share Image
The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls. — Patience Copy Share Image
