Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

I don't have any leeches on my speed dial." — Jacob Black

I like it when pessimism goes unrewarded.

I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house―condemned―for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all―just the one small piece. He deserved better than that―better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.