I am more vintage than I am high fashion.
Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.
I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.
We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.
And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. "You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door. "Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.
I am determined to go through the horror of this world.
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.