Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace." "It doesn't feel very all right." "That's because it's not the end.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
What is "poker"? A card game where abler liars take money off less able liars.