“Hate,” says Roman. “It’s such a small word. Four freaking letters. No big deal, right? Only, it is a big deal. People spend their entire lives holding on to it. Even if you no longer even remember the cause of… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“He looks forlornly ahead of him, gazing at the road but looking at nothing in particular. The whole world is one big giant ball of light to him, and he feels like a bug inside it, waiting to be squashed.… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“He tries to get close to her because he wants to know what her glow feels like. She’s alone on the dance floor and… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“Have you got something against faith?” “Have you got something against reason?” — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“I’ve been watching you drink,” he says. “Think it’s a good idea to put your liver through this?” “What are you the public service… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“You’re looking for some other Roman, Ben. And that Roman isn’t here anymore. Hasn’t been for a long time. There’s only me.” — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“What is this thing? Did you make it?” “I am a chemist, aren’t I?” Laurence says. “You own a meth-lab,” Benjamin says. “That does… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“Hate,” says Roman. “It’s such a small word. Four freaking letters. No big deal, right? Only, it is a big deal. People spend their… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“That’s some heavy painkillers in your drug stash.” “Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?” — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“You don’t pick a fight when you’re drunk.” “I had to punch someone in the face, Mark.” “So you picked up four-hundred pound tattoo-guy?”… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
“He looks forlornly ahead of him, gazing at the road but looking at nothing in particular. The whole world is one big giant ball… — Sam Hunter Copy Share Image
