No true hero ever believes that they are one.
I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.
Anger is only our friend when we know its caliber and how to aim it.
So much of my life had been under tight control. So much of Quinn's life had been wild insanity. What we needed now was both: a directed burst of controlled insanity.
What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?
Revelations are never convenient, and always annoying.