This is the trouble with all happiness -all of it is built on top of something men want.

“Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?”

“I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the …”

“I looked across the river to Manhattan. It was a great view. When Sadie and I h…”

“Annabeth looked at me. " We have to get out of here." " You think I want to be …”