MORPHEUS: I did not intend to hurt you.<br/>THESSALY: And what if you did not? Intent and outcome are so rarely coincident.

I would read. I would explore.

Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

I think there are several aspects of our marriage we're going to have to work on.<br/>"Babes$$$" he told her. "You're dead."<br/>"That's one of those aspects$$$ obviously."

So$$$ you figure they won't notice you're back? sneered the marquis. "Just$$$ 'oh look$$$ there's another angel$$$ here$$$ grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?"

I'm writing. The pages are starting to stack up. My morale is improving the more I feel like a writer.

Watch out for that pedestrian!<br/>"It's on the street$$$ it knows the risks it's taking!"

It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.

But standing in that hallway$$$ it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things$$$ beckoning to me.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him$$$ which would have been bad$$$ or even start crying$$$ which would have been much$$$ much worse.