I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.
I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either." "What'd I do to her?" he asked, defensive. "You know, going blind and everything." "But that's not my fault," Isaac said. "I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.
Sorry," I said to the Duke. "Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't listening. I knew I shouldn't have loved her. She's like all the others, Tobin; as soon as I confess my love, she abandons me." I laughed. "I never abandoned you," I said patting on her back. "Yeah, well, (a.) I never confessed my love to you, and (b.) I'm not even female to you.
My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.
there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars