...If there’s a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is.” I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... “I just want to know that he’s there, so that I can die knowing there’s going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.

The only thing we have in this world that is utterly and intrinsically ours is our integrity.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

I'll challenge senators and kings for the right to know the truth, but far be it from me to challenge a woman in her own kitchen.