Stop hiding condoms in my stuff. It's like some twisted Easter egg hunt in there.

“You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully.----------…”

“Are you serious about leaving?"I touched my aching face. "Yes.But I don't know …”

“I couldn't convince her that if I had a book with me, I wasn't lonely.”

“Do we have a plan?''We fight like hell.''Good plan.”