But he's looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogs At least he knows enough not to date while he's campaigning

Weight doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. I mean, it does if you’re a model or whatever.

No matter how nice the company one might be with, however, it is never pleasant to have a rifle pointed at one's back.

You just said you were sorry." ... "I was only apologizing," he said stiffly, "for startling you. The applause was to compliment you on the improvement in your life-saving techniques since the last time you-

I think we make our own luck. Our parents give us life, but what we do with that life is our own responsibility.

I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. "Sorry" he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

Someone, I was beginning to suspect, had a bit of a gangster complex. It wasn't really very hard to figure out who. I mean, I was guessing it wasn't Christopher's aunt Jackie.