Survivors Lived With Their Mistakes.

Better, Cilla Thought, To Be Alone On A Quiet Night Than To Be Alone In A Crowd. Much Better.

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire

You Can't Argue With Math, Carter. You'll Always Lose.

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

My Mother Says Happy Ever After's A Bunch Of Bull.