I shouted, and earned a hard thump on my head for my trouble.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
Oh, I don't blame Congress. If I had $600 billion at my disposal, I'd be irresponsible, too.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.