Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

Jeez, someone needs to push the reset button on this planet.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

Evie was so nervous that she downed her cocktail in two stiff swigs, then refilled her glass. Henry arched an eyebrow. “A pro, I see.” “What else is there to do in Ohio?

Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

Just once I’d like to meet a fella who isn’t a phony. Somebody who doesn’t wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.