What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you can't live somebody else's life for them. They have to make their own choices, and sometimes all we can do is learn to live with them.