There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)

Are you defending Marcie?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…” I pointed at the door. “Out.

Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

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

Arrogance can be deadly.