Indian summer is like a woman.

Marley was dead: to begin with.

All this happened, more or less.

Unfortunately, I am only myself.

A screaming comes across the sky.

His first memory is an execution.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

It was Wang Lung's marriage day.

Happy endings aren't for cowards.

I might be the villain of this story.

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

Legends are born to every generation.

I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.

It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck.