My dad can be pretty critical sometimes.
Well now, Jack," Hastings said from the sidelines. "I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start. " He sounded amused.
One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.
And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.
And it's not just a matter of you hurting me. I will hurt you too, even if I don't want to, I'm not the girl you think I am. And you will remember this conversation , and wish that you'd listened to me.
Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!
I should have drunk more Champagne.
I made a living being a background singer for years.
The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure. [Lat. , Et metus ille foras praeceps Acheruntis agundus, Funditis humanam qui vitam turbat ab imo, Omnia suffuscans mortis nigrore, neque ullam Esse voluptatem liquidam puramque relinquit. ]
Unfortunately, the world has not been designed for the convenience of mathematicians.