Wishes, I am finding, are fickle things when they turn on you.
“If they tell me one more time that I'm using the wrong fork for a part of a meal, I swear I'll show them exactly how multifunctional the utensil can be.”
“Do I look the sort to cause trouble?" he asks. For the first time, he looks me directly in the eye. I catch my breath as his eyes slam into me. They're the gray of the sky right before a blizzard."...”
“No more war! Never again war! If you wish to be brothers, drop your weapons.”
“If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.”
“I wish it, I command it. Let my will take the place of a reason.”