She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.
It's like time travel only, you know, slower.
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
This Roberto. He no like the light.
Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.