“I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.”

“I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood.""I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.”

“That you honestly believe I am capable of hurting innocent people for no reason.”“You’re not?” I asked, hope softening my voice.“Oh, no, I’m more than capable. I just didn’t realize youknew that.”

“I strode toward Mr. Coffee with lust in my eyes. We'd had a thing for quite some time now Mr. Coffee and I...”

“Well, that sucked more ass than liposuction.”

“Where the hell did my bones go?" I asked. This whole upright thing had me stumped.”

“Hypothermia. That’s what they called it. I called it being freaking alive, and I couldn’t have been more grateful.”