Pregled posta

Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet

Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
People fail forward to success.
My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself...
If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
He who boasts of his ancestry is praising the deeds of another.