I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.
You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.
It is not enough to aim; you must hit.
The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid. But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who'll go the distance with you. Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.
The world tolerates conceit from those who are successful, but not from anybody else.
A few seconds later, I tripped over a steel staircase, bashing my shins.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.