They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Trent and Rachel)

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.