Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.

She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.

As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.

The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn’t want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

If you truly want LOVE to enter your Heart, you HAVE to give a DAMN about what's going on around you!!

Selfishness is the unwillingness to give up your soul for the rehabilitation of your future.

We can rattle our sabers all we want but, realistically, we don't have troops for an invasion [Iran] and surgical strikes aren't going to work.

I enjoy doing independent films more, only because there's more freedom. There's not as many cooks tampering with what you are trying to do.

Nonfiction-wha t the hell, that just says, this is nongrapefruit we're having this morning.

I think you can be defiant and rebellious and still be strong and positive.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.

I got tattoos for purely antisocial reasons, and now people do it for social acceptance. I miss the individualism.

I get a lot of return business. I think it's all those years I put in traveling around the country; people saw me before and had a good time so they want to see me again.

The Lynburns built this town on their blood and bones." "That was their first mistake," Jared said. "They should've built a city on rock and roll.