To be an American is not. . . a matter of blood; it is a matter of an idea--and history is the image of that idea.
The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done. ” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water. ” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information. ” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
Without music you are all dead; with music you are alive. There is nothing music can't do.
I play all my own instruments. I write my own material. And I do not lip-synch. I sing live.
My daughter is 12, and we have an amazing relationship. She knows without a doubt that she can literally come to me with anything, and I will stifle myself and realize that if it's not what I want to hear, it's more important that she continues to come to me and tell me things and is honest with me than me getting mad at her or giving her my opinion right now. She has figured out a way to make me an amazing parent. She's a wonderful daughter.