Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

I recommend you stick to your own species, Shy Babe." p. 155

If my life were a corny horror movie, and the heroine was lost and alone, trapped in an underwater cave, what would happen next? If you guessed, “She drops her flashlight, and it hits a rock and breaks, leaving her in utter darkness,” you would be right. But I bet you didn’t guess the part about an attack by a giant octopus.

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.

Love between two people can last a long time if the people love themselves some, and are ready to give love to another person.

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.