Was It Fate? Was It Destiny?" "i

We Live In An Age When There Is No Room For The Impossible.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

We Have No Money. We Have No Possessions. Maybe That Is Why We Value The Things We Do Have ... Loyalty And Friendship.

Whatever You Say, Old Boy. Just Look After Yourself. And Whatever You Do, Don't Swallow The Gum!

Mccain Might Have Suffered Hardships In His Life, But What Had Happened To Him Had Nothing To Do With His Background Or His Color; They Were Convenient Excuses Now. He Had Been A Psychopath From The Start.