She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.

Well, you know what they say, the reader is the final contributor. Cheers for doing the heavy lifting.

God blows on the leaves, they turn to gold, and we call it autumn.

It's all about motive. Climbing up and climbing out look the same on the outside.

We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.

People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.