Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn't hurt him. He'd been living with his stalker, for heaven's sake.

What's your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.

I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.

I may not have any skeletons in my closet, but I do have a little box of souls in my sock drawer. —T-SHIRT

I stop fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. T-shirt

Want coffee?" I asked, as I headed that way. "It's three thirty in the morning." "Okay. Want coffee?

If you must eat a banana in public, never make eye contact.