She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.