It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

[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.

The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.