By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

The things I would do to that boy. I mean, not now that I know you're interested in him. But, oh, sweet holy Lord, I would ride that one-legged pony all the way around the corral." "Kaitlyn," I said. "Sorry. Do you think you'd have to be on top?" "Kaitlyn," I said.

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.