Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead

Why Is It That All Cars Are Women?" He Asked. "because They're Fussy And Demanding," Answered Zee. "because If They Were Men, They'd Sit Around And Complain Instead Of Getting The Job Done," I Told Him.

My Will Broke At The Sound Of His Voice, And My Head Turned With As Much Inevitability As A Sunflower Turning Its Face To The Sun.

Honey, ... When A Wolf Watches A Lamb, He's Not Thinking About The Lamb's Mommy.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

I Narrowed My Eyes At Him. "stuff That. I'll Write A Doctoral Thesis. Then I Can Go Do What Most Of The Other People With Doctoral Degrees In Anthropology Do." "what's That?" Asked Calvin. "you Don't Need To Encourage Her," Said Adam Seriously, But His Eyes Laughed At Me. "the Same Thing That People With Degrees In History Do," I Said. "fix Cars Or Serve Frnech Fries And Bad Hamburgers.