Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.