Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?

There are no coincidences. And everything means something.

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

I was of the “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, then wonder why life didn’t give you freaking sugar so you could drink the stuff” school of thought.

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.

Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty