I want to leave a mark.

❝ what the hell are you going on about? ❞

        [ Jim questions as soon as the teen is                      finished speaking. ] 

“Actually, it's the twenty-first century last time I checked.”

        [ Augustus' gaze fluttered over the other's           expression, a hint of disbelief settling into           his countenance. ]

                     a dark eyebrow arches                     over stony, unsmiling                         eyes - she didn’t                      appreciate sarcasm,                     despite the fact that                     she used it frequently.

   “ and what exactly is           an ‘encouragement' ? ”

                     She certainly seemed                     cheery, didn't she?                          Nevertheless,                       Augustus maintained                           his half smile.

   “ They're these things that my parents keep around our house.      They have encouraging quotes on them like 'Home is where      the heart is.' Thus, the name: 'Encouragements.' ”

      "Unfortunately, yes. I am burdened with having to         attend this gathering once a week, attributable         to my best friend's blindness."

     “Never lit one. It's a metaphor. You put        the killing thing between your teeth,        but you don't give it the power to kill you.”