We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.” Some women like that.” Not me.” Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.” I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.” One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.” Right, and one day my prince might come.” I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours.