“You, strange puzzle of a girl, are very lucky.”
“You, instinctively, as a girl, have very, uh, strange, supernatural, magical powers that we don't understand.”
“You don’t appreciate the fact that madmen are very lucky.”
“You're a strange, strange girl in a strange strange world.”
“I’m his girlfriend?” It was meant to be a question to myself, but Taylor couldn’t let it go unanswered.“You’re the first,” she said, looking at me like I was a puzzle. “You lucky bitch.”
“You have to admit that this is a very strange life. If you don’t admit it, then you have a very high threshold for strangeness, and more power to you.”