I ran like a thing that runs.

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

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.

Boo: "Go talk to her." Callum: "About what?" Boo: "Anything." Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'" Boo: "I do that." Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.

She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

Sometimes it is worth any amount of suffering just to prevent giving your parents the opportunity to be right.