It's the twenty-first century." I told Tank. "Women drive." "Only in my bed," Tank said. "Never in my car.

Calories don’t count if they’re connected to a celebration. Everyone knows this.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Since I write in first person and have no idea what goes on in men's heads.

I'd spent a night with Ranger a while ago, and I knew what happened when he was encouraged. Ranger knew how to make a woman want him. Ranger was magic.

Babe, you've destroyed a car, burned down two buildings, stapled a guy's nuts, and you have sixteen stitches in your leg. Take a night off. Have a glass of wine, watch some television, and go to bed early." -Ranger

And then it gets so hot that they keep the supermarkets too cold. Hot, cold. Hot, cold. It gives me the runs." Mr. Landowsky