A Touch Mortal

Just because I don't know how to work a toy, doesn't mean I don't want it in my toy box.

I want you to close your eyes. I want you to fall asleep first." "Why?" She asked suddenly afraid he would slip out of the room as soon as she did. "Because I'll be here in the morning.

The water's not even blue, jackass.

Just wanted to make sure the number wasn't a fake," Az said. She couldn't help her bitter laugh. "Well, you can go ahead and erase it. A bit of advice? Either kiss a girl or don't. Never stop halfway through.

He noticed her giving him the once-over and smiled in a way no gay boy in history had ever smiled at a girl.

Yeah, go ahead and get the forbidden garden comment out of your system. And no matter what witty snake joke you're considering? Trust me, I've heard it.

I would think if you were going to quote Whitman you'd go for something not taken from Leaves Of Grass. Especially if you're going to pull the fancy cultured bitch card.

You're seriously suggesting this?" Az interrupted, his face full of disbelief. "That I what, dump her so she kills herself? That's fucked up.

So, this is what it feels like when Heaven leaves you.

It's packed in there already and we're fifteen minutes early. My theory, proven once again," Kristen said, climbing the stairs. "What theory would that be?" "Everyone adores a tragedy.

Suffering just to pander to underage cheerleaders. Clearly a winner.

Your boyfriend’s heartstrings make such a lovely melody when they snap.

I was so tired but I wouldn’t let my eyes close because I was afraid he wouldn’t be there when I woke up, that I just dreamed him.

There would be people on the boardwalk, but even if they suspected something was wrong, he doubt they’d get involved. If there was one thing to be counted on, it was how eagerly the mortals ignored what they didn’t want to see. The truth passed right by, and never once did they open their eyes.