Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?" She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.

He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano