Jealous?Maybe.No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
You know, Shane said twenty minutes later, I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.
Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.
Take her home. And-Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times, Myrnin said, much too sharply. I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.
There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.
Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.
Marriage is a big word for all guys, Shane said. You know that. It’s kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.
Maybe I should, I don't know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don't want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
Maybe we should go along, Shane said. Strength in numbers, man. Michael smiled at Eve and shook his head. After she bitch-slapped the Founder? Not a good idea.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]Don't they teach you anything in your schools?Not about .Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing...
Me neither, Shane put in. Homie don’t play that.I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all, Amelie said.
Tempting. But you see, I can simply insist on a lifetime contract with none of your silly restrictions, or kill you right now.You won’t, Shane said. That made Morley’s eyes open wide.Why not? Jacob an...
Michael held me when I got inside, because I was shaking all over. That felt so good. Warm all the way down. Did I mention Michael’s feet? They’re all the way sexy, and he’s always barefoot – he hates...
Michael! Oliver’s voice came faint through the front door. Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!Trap, Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael’s arm as he walked by. Do...
Michael, don’t, Eve said. He won’t hurt us. Andeveryone rolled their eyes at that. Even Jason, which was borderline hilarious.
Mind the dead man, my dear.
Your father's an asshole. It's not a disease. You don't have to catch it.
One should never create tension between one's footwear.
You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.
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