Design your own universe, make your own stars, write your own stories, and create your own destiny.
I have your back, OK? Don’t forget that. I won’t let you.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars – Gilbert Parker.
He cupped my face in his hands and my eyes closed at his touch. “My Ellie. My beautiful girl. I will burn for you. I will die for you.
She needed to appreciate the art of violence, the beauty in fear, the fragility of her own life.
Dedication For anyone who has ever taken a chance on uncertainty.
I just hated to think I looked like crap around tall, handsome men. Even if they were gingers.
Your face never looks better than when you’ve got a gun in your hand and money under your ass.
Tattoos were self-expression at its rawest and most permanent form. They weren’t for one set of people or another.
Everything’s coming up Milhouse.
You must feel your soul is dirty then.” He gave me a wry smile. “Oh, my darling. No,” he said, opening the French doors for me. “I don’t even have a soul.
He greeted the twins like they were all from the same hood in Compton and gave Dex and me the head nod.
I’m merely branding you,” he said. “Don’t make it sound so ugly.
It’s just life. You make what you can of it.
Shut up, you Brony,” I said. He looked appalled while I heard Wayne whisper, “What’s a Brony?
There was something kind of nice about operating out of the safe house – it was basic and simple, like camping for kingpins.
Whether you believe it or want it, Vera, you are my family. You are my universe. And I love you more than anything.
Very few people with these abilities can find each other in all the worlds. When it happens, you know. It’s a magnet affect, a sense of finding your missing half, someone who gives off what you do and draws you in like they do to you.
So that’s it. It has one ex-girlfriend of mine. And it’s not satisfied. It wants the only person left on this earth that I... that I’d do anything for. Just throw her into the pot, who cares. I lost her once, I cannot lose her again.
Did I look like crap because I felt like crap, or did I feel like crap because I looked like crap? Ah, the mysteries of life.