feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

I've gotten thrown out of thirty-seven straight games,' he said. 'Once or twice, I've had to go really crazy. I ran onto the court with eleven seconds left once and stole the ball from the other team. It wasn't pretty. But, you know. I have a streak to maintain.

I've read a lot of bad books. I used to review books for a living, and when you're a reviewer you read tons of terrible books.

Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.

Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.