The little weasel ripped all the buttons off my couch.Ivan Petrovsky, pg 350.

"Shanna, sweet Shanna. How can I tell you what you mean to me? When I saw you at the ball it was as if my heart started beating again. You lit up the room, bright in an ocean of black and white. And I thought- my life has been nothing but a dark, endless night. Then you came out like a rainbow and filled my black soul with color."

Kerrelyn Sparks