“…just book me a train to crazyville, because apparently that’s where we are headed.”

“I'm sorry, but nothing 'just happens'. Stuff happens because either we make it happen or we let it.”

“That’s where they’d gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave. Bed. There would be time to hammer out the details later”

“As far as my characters doing what I want them to, I'm afraid I'm not a real writer like the rest of you because I can manage to force them into just about anything. One day I hope my characters lead me around by the nose, talking to me and yelling NO! Or YES! Whatever the case may be. However, until then, I'll keep railroading their asses.”

“That much sexual tension makes me want to hump a phone pole, and that’s just not attractive in a pregnant woman.”

“Female friendships are special. We expect our girlfriends to live up to a higher standard. Guys can get away with any old BS because, hell, they're guys. They think with their penises and can't help it.”

“You do like me, don’t you? Even though I’m apparently communicatively handicapped and socially retarded?”