Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

I wanted his death so savagely that the need for it rang in my ears and clouded my sight and was a flavor on my tongue.

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

Trust Emmett to find the joke in the destruction of my life.