Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?" Nora, Crescendo

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.