Author of quotes: Dan Wells. Page 3

- I knew it, ' said Lauren, closing his eyes. - Damn mA, why you at least one lunch, half of dinner can't hold back and behave? We are only twenty minutes they came in.
- Am I being indecent? As you were, he just throws insults in your address.
- That's enough! - Lauren exclaimed, throwing a napkin and stood up. He's trying a little to liven up the atmosphere. But you are still dead. John is generally not a word is said!
"That's because I'm smart, not because I'm dead."

No, seriously, ' continued Kurt, glancing at Lauren. - Maybe you have what is it? And then, if you're going to burst as it is now, will never fit into skinny jeans.
- No, indeed! - outraged mother, beating with a fork on the table. - Well, who says such things?
- But the way it is! 'said Lauren. I can't pull those jeans.
- And still that is no reason to talk about you this way.
I don't need a reason, if that's true, ' said Kurt.
At his grin, I knew he wasn't sure he was joking to lighten the atmosphere. Amazingly, even I knew he said the wrong thing.

- John is a vegetarian, mom said.
I myself currently so I never thought. "Vegetarian" seemed to me a much more clear life position than "not eating meat". I'm not tied to meat is murder. I just... no, actually, connected. With regard to himself. But how many vegetarians cherishes thoughts about killing their own kind?
- Vegetarian! exclaimed Kurt. What could a reasonable person to encourage such nonsense?
"The desire not to kill the idiot like you", I thought.

I stopped to cook meat six weeks ago, because this ruined the whole idea. Instead of trying to distract me from thinking about the corpses, on the contrary, it only brought me to these thoughts as soon as I start to beat the soft red meat or dip your fingers in the mass of ground beef. I even stopped eating meat.

Hooray for baking! - Kurt proclaimed, raising his fist in a sign of mocking solidarity. - Truly masculine occupation.
- Why not, - said Lauren.
She for the first time objected Kurt.
- I would like to and I anything baked.
- This is because in our pathetic town and the restaurant there is decent.
- And because - bent my Lauren, what women like men to spoil them.

Don't try to be her mother. Become a friend of. And with this step up higher and higher.

The third secret itself was good old Mr. Monster. He proved to be very helpful when it was required to kill a demon or trap, threatening his wife. But how to explain this to the cops?
"I stopped by supernatural forces, in which you do not believe and affirm the existence of which I am not capable of. For this I turned to my inner serial killer and beat the old woman so that she passed out. To make thank me later".

If you are at least partly responsible for the death of your own therapist, to live it is not easy, especially because you no longer have a therapist who would help you cope with the problem. Sometimes irony literally spits in your face.

- You want to talk about his move out the roof, freak? About how to release people's guts? You every week to drag to the police station, John. When you get arrested, because it is impossible to psychos freely walked the streets?
He fell on the Creek, and we began to approach other guys. It was something new - so I haven't wound up.
You're very observant, ' I said, trying to find something nice.
Nothing more came to mind, but Mr. Monster is already whispered words, and they escaped before I could stop them.
- Think about it a little differently, Rob: either you're wrong, and then everyone who looks at you, think you're an idiot or you're right and in this case danger to the killer. Anyway, it's not very clever.

Look at them carefully, Chad. In front of you two living evidence of what makes people fatherless. Two dysfunctional families as they are.
- Well, you're growing up with my dad and it has done miracles for you.

Wow! - I marveled. - You mock his dead father?
"Shut up," growled Rob.
- So did you become so bold, because someone killed his father, ' I went on. - A brave statement, Rob.
- And you're gay, ' he answered, slapping me a comic of the breast.
- Did you know that the first signs of gay - pickleball and homophobia?

- Why did you bring it to school? - I inquired, although he knew the answer.
Just Max loved to boast about expensive comic books: unless they are no longer useful if they are gathering dust at home in a drawer where nobody can see them and understand what Max was a great guy, once owned so much wealth.

Before you can formulate the last rule, I stole something from her, just like that, without intention, - hairpins, which one day showed up on the floor. I kept it for a week as a talisman, but the clip made it almost impossible for a rule to "not think about it", so I threw the hairpin back, and the next morning, pointed her out Brooke, if I had just seen.

Brooke became in my life a real anomaly, a confusing knot, because of which everything went wrong: all the plans, all the rules. With any other girl, I would say, of course, did not, and dreamed it I, I would in a whole week forbade myself to think about it. It was safe, I was so used to.
But because of the situation I have the rules stretched like a rubber, otherwise imposed on I Brooke they do not fit. I made a long list of exceptions to get into the space between the "ignore it completely" and "to kidnap, threatening with a knife".