I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down “There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet?

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.

Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.