How many mistakes can one life survive?

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.

Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.

Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp.

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

[Jenks]"I think you're all screwy in the head," he said when Bis nodded his encouragement. "But go ahead. I've got Quen's number in my phone. I'll call him if you both explode in a flash of black underwear and money so I won't have to fly all the way home.