I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.
The size of your body is just right. The only question is whether you're big enough inside.
I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?
You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?
There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.
I really hope that all librarians aren't like Gladys Morgan. Because I'd really like , at some point, to walk into a library and not be afraid for my life.