As a child of privilege, no one is your friend. They will claim to be your friends, they will laugh at your jokes and invite you to their parties, but they do not like you. They like your power, they like what you will become someday.
He was cold and tired, but he ignored the cold. Around him stars shone. Some bright, some dim, the most constant things in life. Segundo smiled up at them, happy at least to be dying among friends.
Everyone was always in such a rush to shoot forward that they never took the time to look back. Which was a mistake. If you wanted to avoid snags, kinks, knots, and cuts, you had to "keep your mind on your line," as the saying went.
Guils is the greatest weapon vecause its cuts rarely heal and it aims for the heart
We are wise to be cautious, but I suggest we prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
My mind, my logical, practical, reasoning mind, is peeing in his mind pants.
