The note wasn't signed, but I could tell it was from Morelli by the way my nipples got hard.

No one expected a first year engineering student to build the perfect bridge.

Somewhere along the line, I realized that I liked telling stories, and I decided that I would try writing. Ten years later, I finally got a book published. It was hard. I had no skills. I knew nothing about the business of getting published. So I had to keep working at it.

Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions?" -Ranger

Howie's doctor told him to lose ten pounds, and since Howie's been on a diet he's gained three.

He reached out, opened the glove compartment, and took out a gun. It was a Smith & Wesson .38 five-shot special. It looked a lot like my gun. "I stopped by your apartment this morning and picked this up for you," Ranger said. "I found it in the cookie jar." "Tough guys always keep their gun in the cookie jar." "Name one." "Rockford." Ranger grinned. "I stand corrected.

I'd kiss you, but you smell like a gym bag.