Jason's favorite person in the entire universe was Jason Stackhouse.

I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.

If this were the fifties, she’d be checking Sam’s collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.)

Of course I am grateful, and I'm sure you are, as you put it, a special vintage," Bill said politely, "But I have my own wine cellar.

You might have been paid back enough to suit you" I said, "but I don't know if you've been paid back enough to suit me.

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.