And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I'm armed.

I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?

Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.

I still have a whopping bad case of what you call scag magnetism. I thought i had gotten rid of it there, but it looks like scary guys still materialize from thin air in my presence. They are drawn to me. I am the North Pole, and they are the explorers of love.

Even though she had been warned, she tripped over the bike. She probably tripped because she'd been warned and was telling herself not to trip over the bike. She did that sometimes. It was often easier not to know what obstacles were in the way.

Spicy food and I have a close relationship—an obsessive one, in fact. If it’s spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain . . . which, now that I put it that way, seems really suggestive. But spicy stuff is addictive. That’s a known fact of science.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.