Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.
He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.
The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.
Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.
I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and I take it.' Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now? 'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.