Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?

Did he just say--?" "Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did." "Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Meditate?” I took my head out from under the pillow, shook dark hair back from my face, and rolled over on my side to look at him. “Excuse me, but the closest I ever got to having a spiritual awakening was dating a yoga instructor. Once.

Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.