Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.

Can you giggle while racing for your life and protecting a six-year-old? I can.

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

When its true, when it's right, love can give you the kind of joy that you can't get from any other experience.

A lot of times you get people writing wonderful sentences and paragraphs, and they fall in love with their prose style, but the stories really aren't that terrific.

Was this normalcy-predictable patterns, the certainty of doing the same thing everyday? Because if so, normalcy was about to make me freak out and start screaming.