“So…while we’re sitting here on this luxury yacht enjoying our bread and water, why doesn’t someone tell me the plan?”
“Books are both our luxuries and our daily bread.”
“So are we going to continue glaring angrily at each other while we pose in our tough stances? Or use our time to work out a plan that hopefully doesn’t end with our mutual deaths? (Acheron)”
“Why does he get to sit in front?” Jill whined.“Because my mommy doesn’t love me and you won’t stop bitching. Now sit back and let me enjoy shotgun.”Chris gently pushed Jill back with a finger to her forehead.“Jerk.”“You know it.”
“You can’t force love. You can’t control how someone else feels. You just have to enjoy it while it lasts and hope the ride doesn’t end.”
“The car doesn’t so much drive as float above the road, like we’re making our way to Sydney in a hovercraft.”