Fried twinkies? Paris nodded. Only once, I've never forgotten the experience. It's like heaven in your mouth, man.

Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?

Neighbor… was that the word for "whoring tramp" nowadays?

My demon's a girl? Gideon said, astonished.

He willed his body to remain unaffected. Sabin would fuss if Strider sported a hard-on around his precious. And, of course, "fuss" meant Strider would find his intestines wrapped around his neck, breathing a thing of the past.

There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.

We are so not breaking out the violins and pity partying.