I Can Understand Bitchiness In Any Language.

John Cusack Is Standing Over There.” I Followed His Incredulous Gaze To Where A Man Very Like Mr. Cusack Did Indeed Stand, Smoking A Cigarette As He Leaned Against A Building. I Sighed. “that’s Not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “seriously?” “yup. I Told You He Looked Like John Cusack.” “keyword: Looked. That Guy Doesn’t Look Like Him. That Guy Is Him.

Those Who Have To Ask If Faith Is True Are Opening Up A Discussion They May Not Be Ready For.

Well There You Go. Even A Psychopath Recognized Your Worth Enough To Want To Kill Someone Else First." I Didn't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry.

It Doesn’t Matter,” Said Adrian, Smiling. He Rested A Hand On My Shoulder. “some Things Are Worth The Trouble.

Look, Don’t Get Me Wrong. I Worship The Ground This Guy Walks On. I’m Excited To Meet Him Tonight. I’m Dying To Meet Him Tonight. If He Wanted To Carry Me Off And Make Me His Love Slave, I’d Do It, So Long As I Got Advance Copies Of His Books.