Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.

Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

Charlie had Sophie strapped to his chest like a terrorist baby bomb when he came down the back steps. She had just gotten to the point where she could hold up her head, so he had strapped her in face-out so she could look around. The way her arms and legs waved around as Charlie walked, she looked as if she was skydiving and using a skinny nerd as a parachute.

Angels are just pretty insects.

You know, there's a 12 step program for gambling. You should look into that. Twelve steps. Coyote laughed. I'll bet I can do it in six.

It's like time travel only, you know, slower.

Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.