Love always costs more than you can afford to pay," he said. "And it's always worth the price.
Sometimes I feel better around you. I kind of like your face' -Nick
The cut in Nick's arm was starting to throb dully with the pressure he was putting on it. He kept looking at Alan. 'How many times have you lied to me?' he asked in a soft voice. Alan replied, equally softly, 'I've lost count.
I don't trust men everybody likes. Being nice isn't the same as being good.
I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.
I don't really get scared. Want to know what else i don't feel?" PITY