It would actually constitute more than a miracle, he realised. It would take divine intervention plus luck, plus some unknown element of cosmic wizardry.

Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?

Why can't people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?

Why waste time trying to discover the truth, when you can so easily create it?

SHUT UP. Both of you. You're coming with me." To me he said, "Put some pants on."

"Fuck you. This is my house. I make the rules. You take your clothes off. John, get the Twister mat.

A Democrat in a red state? ... Were you elected, or is this a divine miracle?