Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.
Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.
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.
How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?
I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.