He’s a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. And though he’s not a Lord, he does have a curse hanging over his head. I have the book to prove it.” William growled low in his throat. “Anya! Must you share my secrets with everyone?” He flattened his palms on the arms of his chair. “Fine. If you can spill, I can, too. Anya’s the reason the Titanic sank. She was playing chicken with the icebergs.” Scowling, Anya anchored her hands on her hips. “William had a bronze made of his penis and placed it on his mantel.
when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.
William Gladstone has not a single redeeming defect.
My first assistant-coaching job in football was at William & Mary in 1961.
I don't have an agent - I have the William Morris Agency.
My name is not 'William Shatner.'
William Shatner just reeks of cool.
