Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.
His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend. " He beamed and wiggled his fingers; blue sparks shot from them. He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.
The habits and language of clandestinity can intoxicate even its own practitioners.
The fans out in New Zealand are amazing. They're genuinely excited and appreciative that you're playing their country.
No more running away from something or someone or myself.