“If you hear I'm dead, don't come to my funeral.”
“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”
“If you don't read my book, I'm not coming to your birthday party.”
“If you don't like my fire, don't come around cuz I'm gonna burn one down.”
“Don't Shoot! I'm Che. I'm worth more to you alive than dead!”
“I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge.Oh yes, I can hear you.But I'm not coming out.”