We’re going bowling?’ I can’t keep the disappointment of of my voice. Bowling is not badass.

There’s a pause so yawning I can’t help but think about what it would be like to lean in and kiss her, but if I’m getting the signals wrong then I’m about to destroy the best run we’ve had all evening. It’s been at least ten minutes since I’ve done or said anything stupid.

The only other time I've seen Paul cry was when he got hit in the teeth with a cricket bat when he was fourteen. And that time Diana made us watch 'Bambi'.

She smiled at him. It was her special smile. Her please go away you piece of sub-proletarian turd smile.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

I'm not going out of my way looking for devils; but I wouldn't step out of my path to let one go by.