Talking about my favorite band:
- Me: They're all idiots.
- Person: I thought you liked them
- Me: no you don't understand
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.