Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I’m actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.
Besides, I could hardly complain to the administration that I was being forced to learn magic.
In fact I was fairly certain there was no one in the entire world quite like Adrian Ivashkov.
How was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these “responsible” people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?
No, no. It’s always a good time for you to call, Roza.
Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects.
What do you think Dimitri? Is this a good idea, Dimitri? Please give us your blessing so that we can fall down and worship you, Dimitri.
I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.
Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I’d learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.
My hatred notwithstanding, I had to admit Dimitri Beli-whatever was pretty smart.
People get too caught up in what they don’t have and get bogged down as a result. There’s joy in the present. It’s important to just make the most of the these moments we have. Keep an eye on the future, but don’t forget to enjoy NOW.
You’re burned into my mind forever.
So, tell me this: suppose you manage to kidnap her again and take her off to the mall. While you’re there a Strigoi comes at you. What will you do? Depends on what store we’re in.
There was no “me” in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn’t the point.
We need to get inside. I think my hair gel’s frozen.
History is important because it teaches us about past. And by learning about the past, ypu come to understand the present, so that you may make educated decisions about the future.
Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.
He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.
Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he’d read the Hugo book in any language.
We had an endless supply of topics, both of us eager to put forth all we knew on anything and everything. Most of the meal was spent discussing the intricacies of the organic certification process. It was pretty awesome.