Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.
Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.
Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to boot.” Evie’s parents stared in stunned silence. “Or so I’ve heard.
Free the snow globes!
I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.
I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.