It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.

Librarians understand about power - they know how to find anything.

Toys "R" Us. Zack put on a wool cap and sunglasses. "You look like a bank robber," I observed. "No toy is safe.

If she's really psychic," Zack said when he saw Tanisha's photo at school, "why does she need a doorbell?

If you worry about every little thing you're going to have one thoroughly miserable life.

My father always told me that in this world we are going to make a truckload of mistakes, but the best mistake we can ever make is to err on the side of mercy

I don't do normal. I have a reputation to uphold. (Thwonk)