And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
I have it on good authority that Victor's going to have car trouble. Also that Robert really likes Cheerios, so if you want some, you're out of luck. He doesn't seem like the sharing type.
You make a joke out of everything. Lifeโs too painful not to.
I can be a good friend, or a bad enemy.
For every bad thing in life, there are more good things to tip the balance.
I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.