You’re such a cynic,” Molly said.”I think cynics are playful and cute.
It’s all right to be afraid. You just don’t let it stop you from doing your job.
Ack!” I said.Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that’s me.
I wouldn’t waste time worrying about a little mud on the boots.
Hope is a force of nature. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
Maybe this was a male-female translation problem. I read an article once that said that when women have a conversation, they’re communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they’re actually having, the conversation...
Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.
Know your enemy. Know yourself. Only then may you achieve victory.
…when women have a conversation, they’re communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they’re actually having, the conversation that is specifically being avoided, the tone being applied to the overt conversation, the buried...
I grunted. It’s something I picked up over a fifteen-year career in law enforcement. Men have managed to create a complex and utterly impenetrable secret language consisting of monosyllabic sounds and partial words—and they are...
And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?
It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.