He had the swarthy good looks and fierce eyes of a pirate or maybe a serial killer.
was-there was already a lot of activity
I don't have room in my life for hate. I tried it for a while. It didn't work.
Full and aching and tingling and spiraling, hanging on for dear life, letting go of every other thought and focused only on one thing-let it go, let it go, let it go.
Ew. Exactly. You tell her I was less than perfect and I'm a eunuch. She couldn't help it, she laughed. Gee, and Peyton seems so sweet.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...