What do you do with a textbook case when no one's written the textbook?

You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.

Lord, if what I'm doing is wrong, then by all means strike me down. Otherwise set me free.

Happiness is not a state of being. Happiness is a vector, it is movement.

Good in Crisis; Sucks at Normal.’ That about sums up my whole life, doesn’t it?

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

It's amazing that something as simple as a kiss can overpower the worst of worries.