Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.

That’s the thing about things. They tend to happen.

Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

This place is like crazy on crackers.

Jesus may love you, but i'm his favourite

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