The best advice Alice ever got was to never follow anyone's advice.

The empty page was still better than a full day.

She was lost on a sea of her own making.

The government refused to allow the huddled masses to breath free, citing costs.

The voices he heard were only his own echoes from his useless screaming in the desolate valley.

The Gods laughed at our tears.

There was nothing finer than a clean bill of health to Brad because it meant he could continue with his self-destructive lifestyle.