It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
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.
Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.
Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.