There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me." "Then we're doomed for sure.

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

People around me die. They drop like flies. I've gone through life leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me. My mother is dead, my guardian is dead, my aunt is dead—because I killed her, and when my real father finds me, he'll move heaven and earth to make me dead.

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

So how was it?" she asked. "Kissing Curran?" "I can't let him kiss me again, because if he does, I'll sleep with him." Andrea blinked. "Well," she said finally, "At least you know where you stand.

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forwar, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, 'My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.