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.

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

She killed Lorena in a fight?" Eric's grin grew even broader. He was as proud as if he'd heard his firstborn reciting Shakespeare.

You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.