You have a steady fella?” Sam asked after a bit. “No fella can hold me for long.” Sam gave her a sideways glance. “That a challenge?” “No. A statement of fact.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

Sheep. I'm stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.

You know what else is hot?" said a nameless blonde as she put her arm around the one black girl. "What?" "Bisexuals." "Totally. Well, not like real bisexuals who are just sort of your everyday people, but, like, the kind of bisexuals you see in magazines wearing nothing but body paint and kissing both boys and girls to promote a new single." "Totally, totally hot.

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.