It's funny how things work out sometimes.
When you are rich, people treat you with respect.
Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.
He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.
All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?
I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!