Miss Vida" Liam said "has anyone never told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?"She glared at him."Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?""That is physically impossible," Chubs groused."He'd be__""Actually Liam began, "Cole once did try to__ What?""Oh,I'm sorry," Chubs said, "apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.

Try again, I've gotten much better at detecting your bullshit

She shows up everywhere, at any time, like she can guesswhat we’re going to do before we do it.”“The lady is good at what she does,” Liam confirmed.“Can you please not compliment the person trying to drag our asses back to camp?

Oh my God, Green,” I heard Chubs say from somewhere in the room. “Just take the damn socksand put the kid out of his misery.

That's right, you get him, Mary. Don't let him change the subject!

When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy."-Ruby, The Darkest Minds

Nell whirled in its threshold, pointing a finger at me. "Skuffuskald!""Gesundheit?" I offered back. Just to be sure, I reached up and touched my nose, to make sure it was still in the right place.

My great-great-great-great-great-whatever came this close to signing the Declaration of Independence but got held up by a sore throat that killed him two days later. A sore throat. Which, sorry, is just about the lamest way a guy could go. I don't think he should get points for almost signing. That's like telling my parents I almost got a perfect score on my math test--a D is only four grades away from an A, right?