Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.
I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.
He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.
The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.
Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.
I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.