Dreams are hopes$$$ and echoes of hope.
I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don't need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It's what we do.
Potentially evil. Potentially good$$$ too$$$ I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.
It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit$$$ and the emperor remains an emperor.
So the day became one of waiting$$$ which was$$$ he knew$$$ a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.
You don't have to stay anywhere forever.
You're Hell's Angels$$$ then? What chapter are you from?<br/>"REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX."
Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.
When writing a novel$$$ that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words$$$ so all in all it was a pretty good day.'
He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly$$$ but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.