That machine took my money!' I said. 'I must have revenge!

Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff." "Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.

"Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?" Which was a ten on the 'imbecilic question' scale of one to ten. "Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?" "Any nausea? Headache?" "Yep. And it's standing here talking to me."

To be without love is to be without grace, what matters most in life. We is so much better than I.

That'd be just what I need: a rash of car thefts across America, committed by dedicated readers.

I never miss a good chance to shut up

You love me this much.