Alex Farwick

“No, no, no, Da. I’m serious,” I slurred. “I think I love that girl.” “Well, who’s this girl?” “She’s a river.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m keeping her, Da.” “Okay, son,” he coaxed. “You keep the girl.” “She makes my heart go, like, whoa.” “Is that right?” he mused. “So bad, Da.” I sighed. “Boom, boom, fucking boom.” I shook my head. “All the time.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Take them back.” I shook my head. “I can’t do that.” “You don’t steal children,” he hissed. “It’s like the fundamental rule of life.” “I wasn’t thinking.” “You have issues,” Gibsie accused, sounding horrified. “You have serious fucking issues with taking things that aren’t yours. You’re like a kleptomaniac but with humans!”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“It’s the clothes and makeup.” “It’s the girl,”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“She shall appear and he shall arise.” “Which made God a resurrectionist and/or a resurrector,” I growled. “Nowhere in the English language was he called a bleeding resurrectionator.” “I’m talking about the bible, not the dictionary.” “You’re talking out of your hole,” I countered. “The terminator is called the fucking terminator, asshole,” Gibsie shot back. “Not the bloody terminist.” “Terminist,” I mused. “Another word that’s not a word.” “Well, ‘resurrectionator’ is a word.” “No, it bleeding well isn’t.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13