Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.
Ralph Waldo EmersonStichwörter: shakespeare george-washington washington william-shakespeare raphael christopher-wren james-watt phidias watt wren
Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do.
Ruth Frances LongStichwörter: tricks riddles jenny puck wren jack-o-the-forest
It was true that all Reboots were attractive, in a way. After death, when the virus took hold and the body Rebooted, the skin cleared, the body sharpened, the eyes glowed. It was like pretty with a hint of deranged.
Although my hint was more like a generous serving.
He had been willing to die because he refused to take a life.
But me, I contemplated shooting everyone.
Want to dance?" He scooped me into his arms before I could reply. "We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish."
"You don't have to. But if I step on your feet too many times you can feel free.
Stichwörter: callum wren reboot
You smell so good,"
"No, I don't, I smell like death."
"You're crazy, you're not dead. You do not smell like death."
"I was dead a long time."
"And now you're not. Hence the alive smell.
Stichwörter: death dead callum wren
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