Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

They're saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs." Tommy spins me again and grins at me. "And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning.

Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you're just listening to a CD called 'The Sounds of Crime' while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!