We all look. The lucky find.
What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.
Love makes saints or sinners out of men.
I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.
You're going to be unemployed if you really think you just have to sit around and wait for the muse to land on your shoulder.
Okay, you're right about that. But this whole ghost thing's irritating." "Park benches are irritating to you in some moods." "Depends on whether or not I want to sit down.