I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.
A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.
Perhaps this is the only real evil left.
He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.
Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.
How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.