You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

According to the conventions of the genre, Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor till the end, did not for a moment waiver in his courage, and his spirit soared like an indomitable eagle until the world itself could not contain his joyous soul.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

We're professional worriers. You're constantly imagining things that could go wrong and then writing about them.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.