“From the pancake house I drive directly to the county morgue. The contrast is not especially striking.”

“From the bow of the canoe she asked, "Do you know a rain dance?""First I need a virgin.”

“You from the IRS? The man's voice was deep and wet, like mud slipping down a drain.”

“Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.”

“From the pocket of her windbreaker he extracted what he falsely believed to be a portable marine radio, which along with two granola bars he'd pilfered from Honey's belongings after she was snatched by the club-handed lunatic. Shreave started pressing buttons on the compact gadget and barking, "Mayday! Mayday!There was no response from the Coast Guard pilot or any other human, and for a good reason. Except for its LED screen, the instrument in Shreave's possession was electronically dissimilar to a radio in all significant respects. Most crucial was the absence of either an audio receiver or a transmitter."SOS! SOS!" he persisted. "Help!"The device was in fact a mobile GPS unit, as technogically impenetrable to Shreave as the Taser gun he'd found beneath Honey's bed.”

“I married an asshole, she thought, knifing into the waves.”

“I’m waiting for the day when Rush Limbaugh’s pharmacist writes a book.”