Rachel?” came Ivy’s voice from her room. “Where’s my sword?” “In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.

Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.

I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.

Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.