It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.
Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.
Eternity bids thee to forget.
You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.
I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.