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So much for the element of surprise," I said. She sniffed. "I'd rather have the element of naked threat any day.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

This isn't Hell, it's the Nightside. Thought sometime you can see Hell from here.

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Even for the most excitable preacher, there was nothing inherently sinful about a waffle.

Martin Hellman:] Unless you're foolish enough to be continually excited, you won't have the motivation, you won't have the energy to carry it through.

He thinks I suffer from depression. But I'm just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

He was mad, and for that, we have reason to be glad. A truly savage irony, on which it is discomforting to dwell.

academics more than anyone else are (with help from priests) some of the greatest villains.

thumb over his shoulder at the restaurant where Zoë and

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?

about her offer of a Swedish massage] Alex: You're not Swedish. Brittany: Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference.

Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks.

Do I hear a challenge?" she whispers, "Oh, Carlos. You know I can't resist a challenge.

Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven't done in years— barnyard sounds.

You call that a kiss?" "Yep." Okay, so I'm in shock the girl put my hand on her creamy cheek. Damn, you'd think I was on drugs by the way my body reacted. She had me totally under her spell a minute ago. Then the pretty witch turned my game around so she was the one with the upper hand.

I follow her, my black shirt open and flying in the wind behind me like a vampire's cape. Either that or the grim reaper's.

There are two insults no human being will endure that he has no sense of humor, and that the has never known trouble.

You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are a middle-road liberal, and you haven't the slightest idea what you want. I, being a revolutionist, know exactly what I want -- and what I want now is a drink.

Ross's style is always beautifully matched to his material – spare, lean, honest, no gimmicks, and yet in its very simplicity setting up continuing echoes of the mind. (Margaret Laurence's Afterword)

No respect is earned, if behavior is not of good.