Kaylee do you know why you are here?" "Yeah. Because the doors are locked.
In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.
Marc didn’t want to win by default. He wanted to win for real. Forever.
She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.
You should be careful, tossing descriptors like that around in a situation like this. My ‘problem’ isn’t little. Unless you’re drawing some pretty wild comparisons. Please tell me you’re not drawing wild comparisons. Or blood-relative comparisons.