Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

My my Laura Goodman. I must say that is a charming name for a charming young lady." "Eric's old." I broke in. "Really really old." "Er— really?" Laura asked. "Gosh you don't look even out of your thirties." "Tons of face-lifts. He's a surgical addict. I'm trying to get him help." I added defensively when they both gave me strange looks.

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.

I zoomed in on the shoe department like a blonde homing pigeon. Shoes, shoes everywhere! Ah, sweet shoes. I truly think you can take the measure of a civilization by looking at its footwear.

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.