The Alchemists’ beliefs are my beliefs,” I say quickly. She arched an eyebrow. “Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs.” I’d never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.
Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.
We cannot road trip to Paris.
I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.
Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.
Gaining superpowers doesn't mean you know how to use them.