She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid.

The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

I love books, they're in my blood.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.

Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.