Grace

“It’s just… In all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone bring an electric hand mixer to an occasion like this.” “Seriously?” I scrunch up my nose. “Don’t you ever have intrusive thoughts when you whisk up pancakes or something?” “What kind of intrusive thoughts?” “I don’t know… Like what would happen if you shoved your hand in there.”
― Harleigh Beck, Phantasm

“She tastes like a mistake, with soft undertones of permanent unemployment”
― Lauren Biel, Protect Me

“play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
― Khai Hara, Devil Mine

“You know my Dahlia, independent as always,” the older man says fondly. “We found out one of our daughter’s schoolmates was bullying her. Dahlia stormed out of the house with two cans of gasoline, a blow torch, and a bad attitude.” He looks down at his watch and nods. “She should be burning their house down right about now. She’ll join us when she’s done and if anyone comes asking, two hundred witnesses will claim she was here all night.” His eyes lift above my shoulder and soften. “Oh, look. She’s ahead of schedule,” he says adoringly.”
― Khai Hara, Devil Mine