This is how hatred begins -- with a muffled laugh on a hot night and a knock on the door.
Wave Me Good-byeI hope they understand that I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.
LifeHe ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending a flurry of sparks through me. "Good-bye, Sophie." -Cal
DemonglassFor Chips, like some old sea captain, still measured time by the signals of the past. . . .
Good-Bye, Mr. Chips