You win a while, and then it’s done - Your little winning streak.

Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

It’s a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.