Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.

Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge down the beaten path.

JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

I've got libraries in my blood.