Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

What can I say?" I grinned. I have a magic touch when it comes to animals." Daphne snorted. "You're touched in the head is more like it.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

The band geek has liquor?

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different