There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.

Do you guys remember that time when we were all definitely going to die and then Ben grabbed the steering wheel and dodged a ginormous freaking cow and spun the car like the teacups at Disney World and we didn't die?

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

You can't not like "The Great Gatsby." It's got the best sentences in, like, ever.

Interesting capitalization,' I said. 'Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.