“My luggage was in the dirt."I raised my eyebrows innocently. "Oh, it must have fallen out." Like your brains.”

“He raised an eyebrow. "That was easier than I expected. My body must have addled your good sense.”

“Don’t threaten me with your eyebrows. I’m not. I’m interrogating you with my one raised eyebrow. If I was threatening you, I’d use both eyebrows. Like this.”

“I folded my hands back on my desk, and as I did, I saw Paul's slanted handwriting standing out against my blocky, square printing on my skin. He'd managed to find room to squeeze in the words females hurt my brain on my left hand. I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave me a look like, well it's true, isn't it?”

“I remembered all the little things. My Seth? Oh, yuck. I wanted to scrub out my brain with detergent.”

“Hi, my name is Jareth, and I'll be your- God" He curses as he lays his eyes on me.I raised an eyebrow. "You'll be my god? Hm...Well, we'll have to see about that. I mean, it takes a lot to my world these days.”