Underestimate me at your own risk.

Blood is thicker than water, until money is involved.

Old enough to know its wrong, Young enough to do it anyway!

We bought all used equipment. One skillet. A refrigerator. A stove. A couple of rolling pins. It was very small.

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.
The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

I lived what most people call the good life. I was happy, but deep inside I always felt that, with the short amount of time we are given to live and love in this world, we spend too much time loving things instead of people.