I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.

I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.

I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner." He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

Well, I always did want to go out in a Braveheart kind of way. I'll just have to think of something cool to yell before they cut my head off.

One minute she acts like she wants to be with me and I'm the one rejecting her. The next, she's got this barbed wire fence and barking dogs around her, like I can't even ask her the simplest questions." "And here I was assuming you didn't care about her." Stabbing his fingers through his hair, he groaned, "I don't!" "And you make it perfectly clear." Men. Idiots.

I have to go. I have a finite amount of life left and I don't want to spend it arguing with you.

It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.