His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?†“That’s weird, considering you’re an ice prin—†I didn’t get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.
The past slips from our grasp. It leaves us only scattered things. The bond that united them eludes us. Our imagination usually fills in the void by making use of preconceived theories...Archaeology, then, does not supply us with certitudes, but rather with vague hypotheses. And in the shade of these hypotheses some artists are content to dream, considering them less as scientific facts than as sources of inspiration.
You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me." "I was ninety percent sure." "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent.
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.
I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.
I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.†In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. “What’s the tenth thing?†I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. “Never mind,†he grumbled. “That one would make me sound like a psycho, too.
Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.
You know, considering your IQ, you're really socially retarded sometimes.
Then you remember the dream,†Mencheres stated. “That bodes ill.† The fear of that made my reply snappy. “Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?† The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,†Mencheres responded instantly.  I stared at him, then burst out laughing, which was highly inappropriate considering the very grave warning he’d just conveyed.