Heaven knows, we all make mistakes. That's life - and chess.
It's funny. Maria Elena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other, it's a contradiction.
When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
All things are possible, except skiing through a revolving door.
Honey, you're the one who stopped sleeping with me, OK? It'll be a year come April 20th. I remember the date exactly, because it was Hitler's birthday