I'm sitting here all alone in this empty house. Watching the clouds roll by wondering if I should stand back up and… — Nicole Burgess Copy Share Image
“He sat looking down at his hands--his fine strong unscarred hands. Suddenly and unreasonably he thought of another pair of hands--his mother's--with… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
“He snarled at the image in the mirror, shattered like his soul, scarred like his skin, broken like his heart.” — Wulf Francú Godgluck Copy Share Image
