Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

A frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly.