“When sex is Freon any occasion, it usually involves something dripping and toxic. At least that's what my mechanic tells me.”

“That's possible to likely. We're involved, you and me. I'm telling you what I'm going to do because I figure when people are involved, when they matter, they tell each other.”

“There's no guarantee that justice will win out or that a noble sacrifice will make any difference. But when it does, there's something that still swells my chest. There's magic in that.... It tells me that's the way things are supposed to be. ”

“I told you that my idea was great.""They usually are.""Holy [crap]. Did you just admit that?""Maybe I did.""Uh-huh, you've always known my ideas hit a ten.""On a scale of 1 to 100, yes.""Ha.Ha. Guess what.Got another idea.""Does it involve eggs?""It doesn't involve eggs.""It doesn't?""But it does involve something equally tasty. And it involves you, me, a bed, and very little, if any, clothing.”

“I woke up the Following morning with the Kings of Leon telling me that "my sex was on fire." I shut off my alarm and that's when all of the memories of the previous night came rushing back.”

“When I was a child her sureness enraged me (regardless of the argument involved). It was a sureness that revealed - at least to my eyes - how, behind the bravado, she was vulnerable and hesitent, whereas I wanted her to be invincible. Consequently, I would contradict whatever it was she was being so certain about, in the hope we might discover something else, which we could question together with a shared confidence. Yet what happened, in fact, was that my counterattacks, made her more frail than she usually was, and the two of us would be drawn, helpless, into a malestrom of perdition and lamentation, silently crying out for an angel to come and save us. On no such occasion did an angel come.”