“Sunt qui discessum animi a corpore putent esse mortem. Sunt erras,”

“Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.”

“Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.”

“..."We were the pair. One too afraid to feel anything lest she lose control of her ironclad hold on her emotions, and the other so hungry to feel anything that she´d risk her free will for one night of fun."...”

“You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.”

“I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her?Let me break her in for you.”

“She's not your type.Since when do I have a type?”