“Lunch is for losers”

“Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic.”

“What's the bottom line?”

“Exactness of intention produces elegance of style.”

“In this life, you have winners and losers. the more you win, the higher you go.”

“Her right hand held a bottle of Pepsi that she'd clogged with peanuts and called a late lunch.”

“I’ve officially turned into a loser,” she whispered cynically. “I’m looking forward to going home and having cereal for dinner and walking Mitchell and studying a little and then going to sleep. I’ve had my ‘going out and having fun’ quota for the year, I guess, and it’s June.”