God does so love to make a man break a promise.
Books can be terrible snobs.
No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us
Oh God, it's her, run!
Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.
Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.