Yes, I am a failed playwright. I had three shows on Broadway by the time I was 30. They all flopped, and I fled.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.
Love is many things none of them logical.
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
Her mother was my wife," the Count roared, loudest of all. "You pathetic excuse for am money-grubbing fool, you disgrace to the face of the world." And with a shriek of disgust he turned and was gone. Guilietta was beside Inigo then, so excited. "Daddy likes you," she said.