Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

I am not a morning person.

Some people just don't seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain't true, folks

Larry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He'd forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.