Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..." Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. "Leave your cloths on, Tori," Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please.

It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

He lifted his brows. "If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate." "With chair-throwing." "Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention.

There are just as many bitches out there as bastards. Equal opportunity asshole-ism.

Maturity is highly overrated.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.