Dont talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all.
Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look... Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. Leave your cloths on, Tori, Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. Please.
That's what we all want, isn't it? Power without price.