I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all.

At that moment I had no mind to change, or not change, or throw against the nearest wall.

you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.

Right now, America looks like a fatheaded, shortsighted, gas-guzzling arrogant blowhard to the rest of the world.

Life can be like walking on a high wire. Falling seems a tiny misstep away.

Do you know how fast you were going?" Fang looked at the speedometer..."No," he said truthfully. I tagged you at seventy miles per hour,"she said, pulling out a clipboard. I let out an impressed whistle. "Excellent! I never thought we'd be that fast." Fang shot me a look and I put my hand over my mouth.

I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motormouth of hers could have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer.