We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be
Every plan is a house of cards.
Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.