“Do you like it?" she asks. Universal bitch speak for I think it's hideous.”

“So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.”

“Do you think it's ready?" I [Silenus, The Poet] asked. "It's perfect... a masterpiece.""Do you think it'll sell?" I asked. "No fucking way.”

“Well?”“Well, what” she asked.“Are we gonna do this or not?”… “Do what? Should I whine and complain like the little bitch I am so you can pat me on the head and buy me something pretty to shut me up?”

“I like to think it's a nice trade off for wanting to kill everything. And, I do suck...but only for you and only if you ask nicely."~Drake”

“So you and St. Clair seemed pretty friendly at breakfast.""Um." Is she threatened by me?"I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you," she continues. "Not even you're pretty enough to steal him from his girlfriend. They've been together forever."Was that a compliment? Or not? Her emphasizing is really getting on my nerves. (My nerves.)Amanda gives a fake, bored yawn. "Interesting hair."I touch it self-consciously. "Thanks. My friend bleached it." Bridge added the thick band to my dark brown hair just last week. Normally, I keep the stripe tucked behind my right ear, but tonight it's back in a ponytail."Do you like it?" she asks. Universal bitch-speak for I think it's hideous.I drop my hand. "Yeah.That's why I did it.""You know,I wouldn't pull it back like that. You kinda look like a skunk.""At least she doesn't reek like one." Rashmi appears behind me. She'd been visiting Meredith; I'd heard their muffled voices through my walls. "Delightful perfume, Amanda. Use a little more next time. I don't know if they can smell you in London.”