“Don’t look so worried Norah,” Clint was trying to reassure me, “you may have your naked painting and guns to help you escape… but me, when things get too much for me… I, drive.”

“I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.”

“Don’t worry, I’l be back soon,” said Delsani. “Tell me what happens to the roadrunner when I get back.”“Don’t worry. The runner always gets away,” said Peter, patting Delsani’s leg as if to reassure him”

“The task may be simple for me, but if I make it look too easy, you won’t appreciate it as much as if I pretend to struggle to help you out. 
”

“I’ve had a lot of food but if you don’t jiggle me too much you can have your wicked way with me.”

“Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.”