Pain fades,” I said slowly. “But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?” The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu’s face blazing with fury.

My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.

I think sometimes we give people a lot of credit just because they're writing nice sentences even if it isn't adding up to much.

Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

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

I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.