A touch of truth makes a lie worth believing.
He's no kind of gentleman. That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.
Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
Impossible just means they ain't thought of a name for it yet.
Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.