You can't eat [literature], that's the problem," he said. "I've tried, it's very dry, and not at all nutritious.

It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.

His speech failed to rouse an enthusiastic cheer, but no one dared contradict him.

But chance runs like a river through all our lives, and being prepared for surprise is the best we can do.

Here's all I know: that the world is uncontrollable. Chaos reigns. That anything and everything might be possible. I won't subscribe to any rational system again. Nothing will bind me.

If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.