He’d actually hit me! It didn’t matter that hitting me wasn’t really like hitting a regular girl and I’d be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. I’d just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.

I could be irksome when I put my left ventricle into it.

The police never find it as funny as you do.-T-Shirt

I may not have any skeletons in my closet, but I do have a little box of souls in my sock drawer. —T-SHIRT

I chose the road less traveled. Now I'm lost.

My plans often went awry. Much like my thoughts. Hold the phones. Maybe Saan had ADD, too. It would explain a lot.

I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad" Charley Davidson.