Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them.
They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.
Evil doesn't always have one face, Ethan.
A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.
There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.