“Is this your car?” I raised an eyebrow at him.“No. I thought I’d steal one and drive it into town. Thinkanyone will notice?” Graham reached across to unlock the passenger’s-side door, then pushed it open. “You wouldn’t knowhow to hotwire by any chance?”

“Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?”

“Don’t threaten me with your eyebrows. I’m not. I’m interrogating you with my one raised eyebrow. If I was threatening you, I’d use both eyebrows. Like this.”

“Rose: "Did you hotwire this car? Did you steal this car?"Dimitri: "You have an interesting set of morals. Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged."- Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov (Last Sacrifice)”

“A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.”

“Let go!” I insisted. He ignored me. I staggered along sideways across the wet sidewalk until we reached the Volvo. Then he finally freed me – I stumbled against the passenger door.“You are so pushy!” I grumbled“It’s open,” was all he responded. He got in the driver’s side. “I am perfectly capable of driving myself home!” I stood by the car, fuming. It was raining harder now, and I’d never put my hood up, so my hair was dripping down my back.He lowered the automatic window and leaned toward me across the seat. “Get in, Bella.”I didn’t answer. I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching the truck before he could catch me. I had to admit it, they weren’t good.“I’ll just drag you back,” he threatened, guessing my plan.”