Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.

That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.

One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

It's okay," he informs me. "Your grandfather is teaching me how to play poker." If I know Grandad, that means what he'll really be teaching Sam is how to cheat.

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

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.