I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

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.

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

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.

There's nothing I can do that's going to drive you away, is there?" I murmured. Owen flashed me a sly grin. "Finally figuring that out, are you? I nodded. His grin deepened. "Well, it sure took you long enough.

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

Always take the most unexpected route