Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.

Shamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar. “Sure you got enough milk in your sugar?” I asked as we strolled out of the shop and headed south. He flipped me off. “You drink your coffee your way, and I’ll drink my coffee the right way.

Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad.

Keep digging, Flynn. Six feet makes a grave.

The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.