I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

Every hero is the villain of his own story.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.

Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.