I prefer my water in wine form.
It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.
Maybe she was drunk - the woman never could drink. One little sniff of tequila and she was off into some blonde la-la land.
I believe there is little you cannot do once you set your mind to it.
Grandma Redbird: Honey, you have to move past this. Zoey: How Grandma? Grandma Redbird: By living the life she'd be proud of you for living.
No, Zoey." Heat sounded pissed. It's not okay here. Not for you." Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm not dead. Yet.