You tried to slide his original curse back onto him?” Al said in wonder. “At the restaurant? And I stopped you? Sweet mother pus bucket!” he exclaimed, and I swear, dust sifted from the ceiling. “Rachel, we have to work on this communication thing.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

I never considered I might make a career out of writing as I was going to school, so when I did turn my attentions that way, I was very ill prepared, having only what I read as a guide, and no formal training whatsoever. I credit that very ignorance with a great deal of my success.

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.

Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel