Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.

I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It's down in my deepest, darkest corner, and it's airtight, soundproofed and padlocked. It's where I keep the thoughts I don't know what to do with, that could get me into trouble. Eating Unseelie hammers on the inside of that lid incessantly. I try to keep kissing Barrons in that box, too, but it gets out sometimes.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.