Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?

Sometimes humans hit on a moment of profundity more complete than their dim minds could comprehend, and they took that nugget of truth and dumped it in the refuse for the bards and the poets to find, and mangle into yodeling paeans of love.

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.

Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed.

Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.