Our ability to adapt is amazing. Our ability to change isn't quite as spectacular.
I have a weakness for tough guys who read.
If people really grew up, there would be no crime, no divorce, no Civil War reenactors....it's not like you think it will be, that one day you'll wake up and realize that you've got things figured out. You never figure it out. Ever.
My father insisted that the boys in my life were directly responsible for my juvenile-delinquent tendencies.
My mother, more accurately, assumed that I was the bad influence.
I entered his apartment without being invited, which is perfectly fine if you're not a vampire.