In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
A Stranger Is WatchingWhen you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.
There Once Was A BoyI had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.
Three Men in a BoatYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Pet SemataryI’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
Paper TownsOn the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.
Tehran Moonlight