Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be." He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.

If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated." Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.