So what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced. He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he flashed her one of his brief smiles. "And if I said nothing at all?" "Then I would point out that sometimes, if you look at something out of the corner of your eye, you can see right through glamour," she returned. That brought surprised laughter. "What a relief to us both then that I am actually wearing exactly what you saw me in this afternoon. Although one might point out that in that outfit, your last concern should be my modesty.

You better get over here with my car,” Grandad says. “Before I call the cops and tell them you stole it.” “Sorry,” I say contritely. Then the rest of what he said sinks in and I laugh. “Wait, did you just threaten me with calling the police? Because that I’d like to see.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

Every plan is a house of cards.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.