I believe the root of all evil is abuse of power.
You have to live where you wake up, even if someone else dreamed you there.
I dropped chemistry. I practically blew up the lab in college.
rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
To almost die is to know that one day you will, and to never again feel the same about anything.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.