Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.

Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

You’ll have your own superhero club before you know it.