You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.

I am an introvert. I should get that out there now.

I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

I feel a strange, fierce squeeze in my heart when I see him, like pride, although there's nothing about Sean that I can take credit for.