There were stars. They burned my eyes.

The thrill of being ignored!

But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.