Character: ISIS Blake

- We are not terrible, - I whisper. - We are just people.

- Life is really strange thing - I smile. - You'll never get used to it. But you are still living. And sometimes you can find something that will make it a little more comfortable, and you're trying to hold it but the harder you hold, the faster it slips away.

Sometimes, when life kicks your ass, you should kick her in response. Testicles. Steel toe Shoe.

- Are you sexually active? - asks Gemma.
- No, Madam.
- A plan?
In the future, of course. But, you know, things can change. Could a meteorite fall. The sun can cool down, peanut butter may be disgusting, and I can tumble.

I like you, whispers to Jack. And I elegantly fall from the bed. There comes a deafening silence, and then I look out with my head over the mattress, and wave my hand.
- Uh, Hello? I'm here. And I would preferably not get a heart attack before I reach the age at which the law allowed to consume alcohol.
- Are you really so surprised? - grinning Jack. He pauses. - I like you.
- Ah! - I raise my hand, shielding yourself.
- I like you.
- Stop it.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.

I'll keep it to myself. I can do this for very long. Because I am strong. Because I'm ISIS Blake, maybe I'm not attractive, not charming, but very, very strong.

- You smell so good, I say. - You're fun to tease. And I like your mom. You're smart. A bit silly but still clever. I really had fun. War. Kiss. Date. And you called me beautiful, and it was great. So, even if we will never fight again, even if you're gonna hate me for saying that I like you, thank you. Thank you very much...

Music is the best medicine. Destroys all thoughts in my head, if it is sufficiently loud, and keeps them away if it's a really good song.

No one should have to give your whole heart to another person, without receiving in response at least appreciation.

- Did you have fun? How many guys kissed? she asks.
Seventy. No less.
- How many shots have you had?
Fourteen. Halfway home I let go of the wheel, and Jesus drove me the remaining part of the road.
She laughs and pats me on the head.
I'm glad you had fun.

- Sparkle with his audacity before you will flash your ass.
- And whose is this statement? - she laughs.
- So says my grandmother. She's the head of a gang of motorcyclists in a nursing home.