Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!

I have a folder in my office with about 400 ideas in it. So it will take me another 40 years to get through those.

Pain is a message, and you can choose to ignore that message.

My style is colloquial storytelling. It's the way we tell stories to one another - it's not writerly, it's not overdone.

Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been

Now that we were alone,i was self-conscious and cranky again.Why had i wanted to stay?if i had been programmed to want to be with dylan,heads were gonna roll,i promise you that.

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.