345 Quotes by J.M. Darhower

He was her home. He always had been.

Naz,” I whisper. “What’s going on?” “What’s going on is your mother isn’t happy to see you near me.” “Why?” I ask, my voice trembling. “Who are you?” “You know who I am,” he says. “The question you should be asking is who are they.” “Mom,” I call out. “Mom, what’s happening? How do you know Naz?” She doesn’t look at me, but I know she hears my words. Her alarm grows when I call him Naz. She pleads with him more. “Please, she’s my daughter... my little girl.

Maybe that’s why you love acting so much. Maybe you’re tired of being yourself.

What if we both can’t win?” “I’ve already told you what happens then.” “What?” “I give you the plank, Karissa.” It takes a moment for her to understand. The Plank of Carneades.

I’ve been trying to take the high road, you know, the Capone way...

It’s the most comforting feeling in the world. When you lose it, though, it’s the most.

To Jar Jar Binks. I’m sorry everyone in the universe seems to hate you.

What’s their purpose?” “To exist, and to love, and to worship,” He said. “They’re my children.

She seemed like a keeper. Housewife material, verses your usual whorehouse type.