One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No 'poof.' No flash of light. No explosion.

So many things I'm not, and so few things I am.

the devil does not have a fork Brianna, he has a whip

I had a hard childhood. Hard for my parents. Not that bad for me.

Oh, Snap," I say. "What?" "Sorry. I was flashing back to 2005.

It's over, Sam. Finally." "Yeah," he said. "I guess it is." "Turn out the light, Sam." Sam reached for the switch and turned out the light.

It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.