You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

I promised I'd save him, take him home! I promised him!" . . . Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or show thanks for saving his life, for being his friend when no one else would. Thomas cried, wept like he'd never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain. (pg 358 hardback)

I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.

You'll work hard to create characters that are compelling and unforgettable. But in the end, it's the story that matters.

When I'm feeling a little empty in the head, I like to go see movies or read to loosen things up there.