“Ah, yes, pink camo,” I murmur, gesturing my chin at her tank top and hoodie. “Because you never know when you’ll have to hide in a bubblegum factory.”

“It's obviously not impossible, because it's happening...”

“If wishes were horses, what the heck would I need wishes for?”

“Good grief. They're like the freaking poster family for the NRA.”

“...Death is often as cruel in his asceticism as he is in his greed.”

“We never know what God has up His sleeve. You never know what might happen; you only know what you have to do now.”

“The big male gestured to a chair in the corner. "Mind if I sit?"She nodded her acquiescence. "Go right ahead. That chair has seen more tail than a rock star lately.”