I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
You're just full of awesome; did you know that?
Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?
Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.
Rambo was a Green Beret," Hannah said. "Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.
"I don't like this," he said. "I don't like knowing you can't forgive me, Claire. Please, I said I was sorry, what do you want me to do? Beg? I will. I'll get on my knees right here if you want."