“They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it. ”

“It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.”

“A long, slow kiss. With mouths open. Teeth knocking. Tongues tangling. The kind my brother Marsh used to call a Saturday Night Special. ”

“Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.”

“There's always a but. It's a magical word. You can say anything you want, go on for as long as you want, and then all you have to do is add the magic word and instantly everything you said is erased, turned meaningless, just like that.”

“You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?”