“How did you do that?” I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” “Uh-huh. So… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“This is isn't going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“The government never minds having more power, and is always prepared to paper over the problems it creates. An economy not bludgeoned… — Jeffrey Tucker Copy Share Image
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride" Saskatchewan Farmer Saying.” — Hertha Tucker Copy Share Image
“You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either” — R.S. Burnett Copy Share Image
“Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you .” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.” My… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I need to breathe” I manage to get out, his hold on me loosens slightly. “I need you” — R.S. Burnett Copy Share Image
“I did get so wigged out that I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“The market economy is delivering miracles by the minute and yet we hardly notice or care; worse, we denounce the realization of… — Jeffrey Tucker Copy Share Image
