You look spectacluar, Cam.' She smoothes out his shirt and straightens his tie. 'You look like the shining star you are!''Let's hope I don't give birth to complex elements.'She looks at him quizzically.'Supernova,' he says. 'If I'm a shining star, let's hope I don't blow up.
Non avevano imparato nulla dai loro errori, se non a portare la crudelt? a un nuovo livello di brutale raffinatezza.
Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.
What are you doing? she cried in protest.Playing, he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.