I just love Rome. It really does cast a spell on you.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
I’m usually cast as the sassy, brassy best friend.
I always look at people and think how I would cast them.
I keep getting cast as this bad guy, and I don’t know why.
It was like staring into the face of a familiar stranger. You know, that person you see in a crowd and swear you know, but you really don’t? Now she was me – the familiar stranger. She had my eyes. They were the same hazel color that could never decide whether it wanted to be...
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
The unsaved people will be cast into utter darkness forever.