
Let's get cooking, witches.

Me, naming things on a city street: Shadow. The hedge. Dog.

Square up for a fight.

Uh huh, this my shit. All the boys wanna be like this.

Men will literally trap their relatives in book prisons instead of going to family therapy.

And who said you can't drive a car to space?

I try to walk away and I stumble.

It can't go on like this.