Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.

Don't deceive me. Never leave me.

Because he KNEW he was doing wrong. He felt the PAIN of his actions'-- 'But he did not amen them,' shows the Sky. 'The rest are worth as much as their pack animals,' I show, 'but worst is the one who knows better and does NOTHING.

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.