More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

She’s an old lady,” Barron says. “And she’s been locked up for years. Let her have some fun. She needs to blow off steam. Seduce old dudes. Lose money at canasta.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase." I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk. "They're for you." "You want me to look homeless, desperate, but also kind of fabulous?