A wise man can and should stand above his times, not so the poet, but he should be their apex.
We lost the crickets.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done. ” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water. ” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information. ” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
In violent streets and broken homes, the cry of anguished souls is not for more laws but for more conscience and character.
Not surprisingly, extensive effort in Britain and America goes into finding tax shelter. the system is "efficient" for the shelter industry, not for the economy.
Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest
I give two hoots about being typecast. It's not in my hands.