I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

Charley talking to Cookie ‘'You know those women in nursing homes that have to be restrained around the clock because they mix up everyones medication and steal all the bedpans?'' ‘’Yes'' I said wondering what I was walking into ''That’s going to be you!'' She was probably right, if I live that long

―You realize I can hear you without the annoying intercom. Cookie and I both leaned forward and looked at each other through the doorway. ―But this is more fun, I said. ―More Star Trekkie.

I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

Wait, what are you doing?” She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. “I’m trying to see past a little girl on my hood." “Oh. Isn’t that dangerous?” “Normally. But she has a knife.” “Oh, well, then, I guess it’s okay.

Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should have gone to Hogwart's when I had the chance.