Could he actually be my muirn beatha dan?

No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

Come with me," Reyn said. "I want to show you something." Frankly, I had expected something more original. "Really?" I asked, "That's it? That's what you came up with?

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore.