Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.

Hey Pudge," the Colonel said. "What do you think of a truce?" "It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge," I said. "I guess I'd say to this truce offer what General McAuliffe said to that one: Nuts.

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?' 'You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.