Cyn Balog Quotes

What's with the strange clothes?"
I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely."
Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?"
"Er. Canada.

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It was almost as if my screwing everything up was beyond my control, destined, written in the stars.

Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were Andersen.

And then I went back to face the future memories that had been flapping around in my mind like wounded birds.

Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge on my head that makes me look like you could tip me upside down and fill it with cream of mushroom.
I need another donut.

With children, promises are pinky sworn solemn, and unbreakable. They mean something.

I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.

Oh, hell, he'd look hot in a chicken suit.

I stare at Hans.
Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator.
His hands are like cinder blocks.
He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.