You are the ever-expanding universe to me
They were always on the move.But in truth said bull we are all going nowhere
This is a wonderful joke to play upon a prisoner, to promise forgiveness.
Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.
I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.
He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.