Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!
He's been in love with Miss Gina since high school, but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls, so he's just been...staying around her since then. He just tends to go where she goes.Isn't that st...
Go talk to her, Boo said.About what?Anything.You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'I do that, she replied.I love it when you get it wrong, Callum said.Once. It happened .It happened...
Do you ever sing in the car?Generally not. But I am driving a police car.I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic.You can talk for a long ti...
What tinfoil? he asked.
There is nothing so serious as a game.
There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.
The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up.There was a thing in it.The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human ha...
Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.
Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.
Shame is like melting. You can actually feel your muscles sag and drop, as if your body is preparing you to crawl, or possibly ooze, to the nearest exit.
People would say that it's impossible to have a private pool in the city, unless you were some sort of rich mogul and had it on the roof of your penthouse or something. But it's not illegal to have a...
People always say they can't do things, that they're impossible. They just haven't been creative enough.
New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.
Money is for doing things, my love. Don't sit on it like a hen sits on an egg. It doesn't hatch. I should know. I've made enough of it.
Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.
It was clearly one of those mornings when I was particularly American.
It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.
I remember how, at first, I had felt the tension in his lips, as if he was trying to make a barrier between us - then they had relaxed, parted slightly. And that's when I had known he wanted to kiss m...
I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.