I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas tree agnostic." He smiles. "I like it and you're a Yom Kippur atheist.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.

St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there.

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren’t the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn’t, because I couldn’t trust myself.

Confidence, darling." He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. "You could learn something from me, you know.

We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here, " I whisper."Are you getting your ax?""Handcuffs.""Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.

I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

Well, bloody noses." I hug his coat tighter. "Those are definitely hot.

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I never realized before this the emotional power of some really simple, corny tropes: people with top hats, people with batons, confetti going off, how important it is to smile.

I'm the kind of person who always wants more.

All American cars are basically Chevrolets.

If it weren't the problem of politics for me, it would be another. And yet, sometimes it's so difficult. And I feel sorry for myself. And then hate myself for this feeling of self-pity.

Joys Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.

I do think we need heroes. It gives people hope and an example to follow.

He that is taken and put into prison or chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.

So you're her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.