“You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?”

“I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.”

“Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?""Thinking.""Thinking?""A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”

“Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.”

“If I wanted easy, I'd chain myself in hell beside Rixon. The two of us could kick back and soak up the rays together.”

“Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”

“Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. “You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.”