Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.
Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.
You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.
One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.