“Oh, hell, he'd look hot in a chicken suit.”

“Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge on my head that makes me look like you could tip me upside down and fill it with cream of mushroom.I need another donut.”

“I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.”

“I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks.He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.”

“My experience with tragedy is that people will offer condolences and support but never be around when you want to collect.”

“It's all in the past. Leave it there.”

“What's with the strange clothes?"I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely."Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?""Er. Canada.”