When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
Why the hell would terrorists kidnap a bunch of high school students?
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 and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
Our patience will achieve more than our force.
Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.