...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.

Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmured.

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.