“I was really putting a lot of pressure on this beer prop; it was going to distract me enough so that I didn’t run around screaming like a lunatic on fire.”

“I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream...”

“Truth was, I didn't really want to die today. I was in the middle of a really good book, and being alive had always worked out for me. . .”

“This is ridiculous! I am going to look like I just hopped out of the hooker version of Alice in Wonderland.”

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?”

“I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.”

“You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?”