I haven’t the faintest idea how babies are born, probably because I fainted on the day I was born.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI know there is a difference in our ages, but who cares? My heart has no idea how old your heart is.
VacantYes, she believed God loved her. But if this whole fiasco was His idea of love . . .
Valley of Dreamsla buena literatura podía ser embriagadora sin renunciar al hilo conductor de las ideas.
On Writing: A Memoir of the CraftThe idea of a blind date scares me. But a deaf date would be great.
A Zebra is the Piano of the Animal Kingdom