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

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Always take the most unexpected route

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.