Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.

You don't hurry a thinker, and you don't talk to him when he's thinking. It's just inconsiderate.

That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into 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

...she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.

The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.

Just because he was pretty didn't mean he couldn't be improved by a smack upside the head with a piece of earnest hickory