...I can’t stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

I'd sit at my kitchen table and start scanning help-wanted ads on my laptop, but then a browser tab would blink and I'd get distracted and follow a link to a long magazine article about genetically modified wine grapes. Too long, actually, so I'd add it to my reading list. Then I'd follow another link to a book review. I'd add the review to my reading list, too, then download the first chapter of the book—third in a series about vampire police. Then, help-wanted ads forgotten, I'd retreat to the living room, put my laptop on my belly, and read all day. I had a lot of free time.

He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.

Kat bought a New York Times but couldn’t figure out how to operate it, so now she’s fiddling with her phone.

Why does the typical adventuring group consist of a wizard, a warrior, and a rogue, anyway? It should really be a wizard, a warrior, and a rich guy. Otherwise who's going to pay for all the swords and spells and hotel rooms?

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.