How is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely city. Will you leave your heart there? Do you think it's a good place to die?
Life goes on, doesn’t it? Bud Rankin dies. A baby is born.
Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.
Die
She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.
It was colder than a mother-in-law’s glare out here.
The minister is about to start. I’m five minutes away. Trust me. You have got to stop the service!
Ray Bradbury had once written that living at risk is jumping off a cliff, and building your wings on the way down. Sampson
Mind was only as good as the questions it was asked and the orders it was given.
He's gonna be fine, I confirmed.Can we see him? Iggy asked.Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.
Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.
We is always so much better than I.
How many of us share the stories of our lives with our own children? What a loss to the children if we don’t.
Licata’s free hand clapped over his gaping mouth
I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.
They turned to Angel. We will call you Little One, the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing.Okay, said Angel agreeably. I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat...
She's about as sweet as a flaming turd.
You… are… a… fridge… with… wings, Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. We… are… ballet… dancers.
I'm in shape...Round's a shape.
Gretchen is a sweet, innocent young woman. Please
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