Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him. 'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space

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

I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.