Get in here and make me some dinner—now, woman.""News flash, Michael, you're supposed to be evil, not redneck!

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.

Perv."He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell." - Eve Rosser

By daily dying, I have come to be.

We live in the tension between neophillia, or attraction to new things, and neophobia, or fear of new things.

But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.

I wish to be able to call myself deserving of my lot, ' Moody said carefully. 'Luck is by nature underserved.

Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law.

There's a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milkshake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.

Human longings are perversely obstinate; and to the man whose mouth is watering for a peach, it is of no use to offer the largest vegetable marrow.

The only name on my birth certificate was Henley, no first name.

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

I don't use the computer. I do sketches, very quickly, often more than 100 on the same formal research.