I have an Augustus Waters fetish.
I know what happens a the end of falling-landing.
Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.
If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.
And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.