" I wanted to tell her to stuff it. I was done with that crap. Hope wasn’t worth a damn. I didn’t say it, though, because the bed upstairs might’ve been the most comfortable thing I’d ever lain on. I’d tell her tomorrow as we were leaving where she could stick her hope, right after I ate some more of her roast for breakfast. Or maybe I’d say nothing. She seemed nice. I just wish she’d stop with all the good thoughts. I didn’t have time for that nonsense. "

― Donna Augustine , Savage One (Born Wild, #2)