Can a deaf person write music?

I bet the dishes you miss number fifty.

A loss is inevitable, like snow in winter. True champions learn to dance through the storm.

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you.

Tipping point. The point when an object shifts from one position into a new entirely different one.

If I get tired and need a break, I eat my crayons.

My visitors are often surprised when they see the TV Mack put in my domain.

A silverback must eat forty-five pounds of fruit and leaves and seeds and stems and bark and vines and rotten wood.

"Before the circus, I used to live with my mom and my aunts and my sisters and my cousins," Ruby says. She drops the hay, picks it up, and twirls it. "They're dead."

I am, I suppose, a peaceful sort. Mostly I watch the world go by and think about naps and bananas and yoghurt raisins.

Mademoiselle Fanny, guided by a rope, accompanied K Company.

He loved to chase after the leather football and would butt it with his head when he caught up to it.

Of course Laddie Boy also has a medal from the Society, but it was presented because he happened to be the Presidential dog and not for any conspicuous gallantry on the field of battle.

Their "cooties" are gone, wrote a photographer, adding that the lice-free men are going home as merry as small boys from a school picnic.

His warmth and loyalty allowed him to stand by his wounded comrades and provide assurance that help would arrive.

And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his shabby velvet nose and feel to the ground.

And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy. 

He was fat and bunch; as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen.

That night he was almost too happy to sleep, an so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst.

And he missed, too, those long moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse.

For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping that they would come back.