Nowhere will you meet more interesting people than in books.

Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.

Every once in a while, I'll have a 'Do you know who I am?' moment, at least in my head. I hate that.

Then I found it: the source of the blood, the place where he'd been shot. 'Total?' I said, and I got a slight whimper. 'You have a boo-boo on your tail.

There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.

I stared at her in amazement. "How do you even live with yourself?"..."You're willing to sell children to a foreign government so they can be used as weapons, possibly against other Americans. I don't get it. Were you hiding behind a door on morals and ethics day?...You couldn't mother someone if they shot five gallons of estrogen into your veins.