Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

You look too pretty to be useful." "Truer words were never spoken.

My name's Jet Steele.

He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldnʹt let my problems win without a fight.

Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.

There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.

Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl." I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man.