I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.

Would you rather die, or be unwound?

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

Happiness is not a state of being. Happiness is a vector, it is movement.

From the end of the bar, the bartender threw a sidelong look at him, so Clarence pulled out a broken Bluetooth headset and fixed it to his ear. "I learned this trick while traveling with Mikey," Clarence told Nick. "Makes my brand of crazy the same as everyone else's.

The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.

We'll never be ready. So I guess that means we're as ready as we'll ever be.