Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.
Sydney had been horrified to discover my home library consisted of a bartending dictionary and an old copy of Esquire, and at her pleading, I'd promised to read something more substantial. I was trying to think deep thoughts as I read Gatsby, but mostly I wanted to throw some parties.
I didn't just get an idea. I got a great idea.
Even when I was dizzy with vodka, that smile never failed to make my heart speed up.
You’ll have your own superhero club before you know it.
We can't stop living because other people are dead.