Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

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

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy." "Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.