“Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.”

“You know how hind-sight is 20/20? Love is when you look back and wouldn't change anything.”

“She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one of these sites, she fell to her knees and buried her face in the flattened yellow grasses, hoping to inhale the odor of a werewolf, a csordásfarkas. As if his scent was a charm. She smelled nothing but hay burned by the afternoon sun.”

“Art boy is obviously intimidated. You're like the sun and he's squinting up at you, barely able to see because of your blinking radiance”

“Sometimes, a girl just has to dive under the duvet and regroup.”

“She has ESB,” I say.Chloe rolls her eyes. “ESP you mean?”“No, ESB. Extrasensory Bitchyness.”

“July 4th, (ie, time to celebrate our freedoms as Americans by eating hormone-laden farm animals and blowing shit up)-Geena (Triple Shot Betty)”