I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me

He Tried To Learn Seductive Phrases In All Languages, But The Only Swedish He Had Ever Really Needed Was, "do You Serve Anything Aside From Pickled Fish?" And "if You Wrap Me In Furs, I Can Pretend To Be Your Little Fuzzy Bear.

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.

Don't Fight In Front Of The Client, Boys." Catarina Implored In Her Sweet Voice," Or I Will Knock Your Heads Together So Hard, Your Skulls Will Crack Like Eggs

Jem, Cecily Thought, With A Pang In Her Heart. Her Brother Had Always Looked To Him As A Kind Of North Star, A Compass That Would Ever Point Him Toward The Right Decision. She Had Never Quite Thought Of Her Brother As Lucky Before, And Certainly Would Not Have Expected To Do So Today, And Yet-and Yet In A Way He Had Been. To Always Have Someone To Turn To Like That, And Not To Worry Constantly That One Was Looking To The Wrong Stars.