It’s like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he’s a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.

This Roberto. He no like the light.

I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others.

After all the evidence is in--after you've run all the facts by everything you know--and you're still lost, you have to do some things on faith.

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

Angels are just pretty insects.

The gourney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection - this sure looked like the morgues in the movies. Something had gone seriously wrong while she slept.