Becoming pretty doesn't just change the way you look," she said. "No," David said. "It changes the way you think.

Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.

Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.

A little drama wins more friends than boring.

it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.

Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up.

Apparently textbooks were an endangered species here in Bixby, Oklahoma.