Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.
Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.
Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.
She didn't know there were things worse than selfish.
Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.
I'm fine," [her dad] said gently. "Back on the horse, Cath.' 'What's the horse?' she sighed, watching him pull on a South High hoodie. 'Jogging? Working too much?' 'Living,' he said, a little too loud. 'Life's the horse.