I give good advice. I do not always take it.

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

I could probably have made the head shot from the railing, but with an unfamiliar gun, it was too risky. I didn't want to accidentally shoot the woman in the head. Killing the hostage is always frowned upon.