“I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name was--that tears started to my eyes.”

“You hit me again," I said, growing oddly annoyed."Ya think?" Evil Riggs said. Smart-ass."Part of my brain hurts. I demand to know what that part of my brain is called and what its job is.”

“For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.”

“So that means that Peter..." I swallowed. "That his full name was Peter Parker.""Yeah"I burst into tears. "Oh, my God! I killed Spiderman!”

“I started to roll my eyes, but that hurt. The right one was pressed so firmly against the peephole, you see.”

“My God, you're hurt," Kyle said. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't use his name around me right now. He's kicking my ass." "God?" "No, but his bitch is." "How? It's impossible to hurt ghosts." "Tell that to the smoking crater on my chest.”