‎It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.

Marcone's scum... But he's his own scum.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.

You're such a cynic," Molly said. "I think cynics are playful and cute.

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.