There's something darn funny about an old librarian with a potty mouth.

She was gorgeous and fearless and I was in awe.

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

My way is set as in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.

There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't somebody watching.