Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.