A Thaum is the basic unit of magical strength. It has been universally established as the amount of magic needed to create one small white pigeon or three normal-sized billiard balls.
Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside.
I wanted to ask you one day but the time never seemed right, but we started talking and. . . Hell, I don't even have a ring. . . . I'm naked here, bella, just laying myself out for you, telling you how I feel.
I'm marrying you, not your uterus.
I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It enables me to talk to readers from all over the world, but it also makes it far too easy to waste huge amounts of time.
I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story. But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write.
I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting there trying to plot.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
[In geology,] As in history, the material in hand remains silent if no questions are asked. The nature of these questions depends on the "school" to which the geologist belongs and on the objectivity of his investigations. Hans Cloos called this way of interrogation "the dialogue with the earth," "das Gesprach mit der Erde. "
Bad behaviour makes men more glamorous. Women get destroyed, thrown out of society and locked up in institutions.
It is probable that democracy owes more to nonconformity than to any other single movement.