So - whatever happened to you?' 'Life. Life happened.
I've been a compulsive reader for as long as I can remember.
It's the face itself that I love, not that face at twenty-eight or thirty-four or forty-three. It's that face.
Being a decent human being will require effort and energy.
He's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best?
Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.