“A whisper is the shadow of a shout, and I keep a few in my wallet to use at the strip club on rainy nights.”
“A whisper is like the shadow of a shout. My shout’s a little too green if I let it grow in my neighbor’s yard.”
“And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.”
“One of my hobbies is reading finance and economic books—at the strip club, where I “invest” my money.”
“It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.”
“A shadow is midnight’s whisper, I thought as I shouted at my invisible clone. Killing your own clone is the only time you could commit murder and suicide at the same time by killing just one person.”