Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
White NightThe way Starr felt in church, that's how I felt at the art museum, both safe and elevated.
White OleanderDon't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
White Oleanderdon't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.
White OleanderDon't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
White OleanderNo sensible man ever engages, unprepared, in a fencing match of words with a woman.
The Woman in WhiteOur words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.
The Woman in White