If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.-Lady Georgina Maitland
Did I hurt you in the parking lot?No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car.Great.
That's all right, she told him. I can manage. I can sleep outside just fine.Four pairs of eyes looked at her with a distinctly male skepticism.
And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot.She raised her hand. Don't.It was awesome, George confirmed. It really was, Jack said. His head exploded.
Doode, George said.He'd practiced all morning but still didn't get it quite right. Nope, more , less . Duuude.Dude.Dude.Okay, dude. George nodded. How's it hanging? Jack asked. How am I supposed to an...
It's astonishing how well the worse reason looks when you try to make it appear the better.
Hermes gazed up at the stars. My dear young cousin, if there's one thing I've learned over the eons, it's that you can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it. It doesn't matter...
A culture capable of imagining complexly is a humble culture. It acts, when it has to act, as late in the game as possibl, and as cautiously, because it knows its girth and the tight confines of the c...
I wish you to believe whatever you think is true, at any and every cost.
Hermes smiled. I knew a boy once ... oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really., George said. Martha snapped. Hermes ignored them. One night, when this boy's mother wasn't watching, he sneaked...
George paid for college by working for Cutco. Cutco is a company that makes and sells knives. Their salespeople go door-to-door. George Pinkman talked his way into peoples' homes with a big bag of kni...
