Fang looked at me, hope in his eyes, and I smirked at him. I save the huge emotional kissy-face for imminent death scenes. This probably didn't qualify.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

Advice: Don’t wait until someone you have issues with — especially someone you’re related to — gets shot before you work it out.

Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot fried-chicken sandwich? You betcha.

Honesty is always good, except when it's better to lie.

I didn't know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long." -Nudge

I guess I write four or five hours a day, but I do it seven days a week. It's very disciplined, yes, but it's joy for me.