My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.

You've always been my equal, Roza.

I'm getting better at avoiding this, but when something sets me off, I tend to punch first and then find out who I actually his later.

My muse is an ungrateful harlot who’s abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.

Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.

Howʹd you get here?ʺ I asked. She winked. ʺYouʹre not the only ones who can steal cars. Or, in my case, get people to ‘willinglyʹ lend them.