The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?
Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and I'll just disappear.
You think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.
People never believe you.
The world is full of actors pretending to be human