Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.