Only poor people are weird. Rich people are eccentric.

If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed. "See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.

He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.

You should name him Fezzik." "Inconceivable.

I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.