“I also packed explosives."-Liz”

“You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.”

“So tell me what's wrong, Liz.'Liz stared at Julian's picture again. 'Oh Julian, Julian,' she sobbed. 'How could this have happened to us?''It's Julian isn't it?' I said, gently. 'Something's happened.'Liz stopped sobbing. 'Of course it's Julian, you idiot.'Charming.”

“Just as I was beginning my drift into unconsciousness, there was an explosion. Not a movie explosion but a small real-life explosion, like the ignition of an unhappy gas oven that holds a grudge against its owner.”

“I believe it's our loss of connection with our instinctual side that prevents us from being effective pack leaders for our dogs. Perhaps it's also why we also seem to be failing at being positive guardians of our planet.”

“Liz: "Talking is overrated."Gavin: "Now you sound like a guy."Liz: "That's why you like me."Gavin: "Because you're a guy?”