The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should

Schemes Are Like Fruit, They Require A Certain Ripening.

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

Have A Care How You Speak To Me, Imp. Doubtless He Meant To Sound Threatening, But That Absurd Wisp Of A Mustache Ruined The Effect.

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing Is Ever Certain.