I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

Keep the change, Gin," McCallister said in a smarmy, mocking voice. "Consider it an early Christmas present." "Aw," I drawled. "A whopping thirteen cents. You're too kind, Jonah. Why, you'd put Ebezener Scrooge to shame with your bighearted generosity.

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

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

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?