“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 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
