You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

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

I turned around and headed back to the stairwell, planning to go downstairs and buy a chocolate bar from the vending machine. Maybe it would fall on me and end my misery.

IMBECILE!" the chef shouted. "Next time why don't you just put your whole HAND in the food, hey? Yes, your whole hand, or maybe your FACE! I arrange the food on plates with care, are you understanding what I am telling you? It is part of the art form of cooking, yes? A lovely plate of food is a thing of beauty! And then you, NUMBSKULL, come along and put your fat greasy FINGERS all over my plate, and SHAKE the plate, and move my food all around the plate until it looks like pigs' vomit!" "Chef Vlad!" I cried out in delight.

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

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.

The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!