Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks. "No, what?" "Blue sky." "You're zoomed." "You ever eat blue sky?" "No," I admit. "Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.

I never had a brian till freak came along.

Expel the object!" Freak shouts. "Regurgitate, you big moron!" and he gives me another thump and I cough up this yucky mess, but I'm still laughing so hard my nose is running.

remembering is a great invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough you can remember anything, whether it really happened or not.

I could tell you all the medical terminology,' She says. 'But what finally happened is his heart got to big for his body'

Every word is part of a picture, Every sentence is a picture. All you have to do is link them together.

I think in some way it's like that for all of us, living with the ghosts of things that used to be, or never were. We're all of us haunted by yesterday, and we got no choice but to keep marching into our tomorrows.