How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

“Towles burn. Bathroom inferno! Chanel No. 5, it burns. Oil paintings of racehor…”

“Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”

“It sounds as if you'd like to be God.”

“Söylemeye çalıştığım şey şu: Burası Amerika. Otuz bir çekmekle başlarsınız, gru…”