I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

... friends are such a mixed blessing.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless'.

I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.