The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.