I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.

Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.

Body adornments show that we're aware of our bodies and expect others to be aware as well.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

Do you believe in reincarnation?...I was wondering why some connections seem so easy, so natural, as if they'd already been made and are getting picked up again.