I'm really a peaceful sort of coward.
When in Boston, I shall be able to take you out to dinner, if not to bed. I should greatly prefer the latter, but I must accept my lot.
Well,' I shrug, all innocent, 'we all ride our little hobbyhorses, don't we, Mr. Peel?
I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?
men i swear." -jacky faber
You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest