How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does job applications anymore?” “I do.” I squint at it, then him. “What are you paying me?” I angle. “Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does money anymore.” I snicker. First sign of any sense of humor he’s shown. Then I remember where I am and why. I wad it up and throw it at him. It bounces off his chest.

You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like.