I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped
Better to be screwed physically than financially.
You were so sweet when you didn't know who you were.
Coffe is the perfume of morning.
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.
Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.