One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

It doesn’t bother you that your canine brethren are being paraded around show rings like slaves?” “My canine brethren?” I said. “I don’thave any canine brethren.” “How can you say that! You’re a werewolf.” “That’s right. I’m a werewolf, not a poodle. What makes you think I have any kinship with dogs?

To be a DJ was to be God. To be a DJ at an alternative public radio station ? That was being God with a mission. It was thinking you were the first person to discover The Clash and you had to spread the word.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?