“Harb was a ticking time bomb. It was like watching a preacher with Tourette syndrome. You knew the "Shit! Balls!" was coming at some point during the sermon, probably while he was slapping you on the forehead during a faith healing.”

“I probably looked like an infuriated chipmunk.”

“Apparently alcohol increases charm and courage by at least ten points.”

“Anil may have been human, but he thought like Rrilk," Phiirr said. "And I never found out what a Twinkie was.”

“You let your mind rule your reality instead of you ruling your mind." "Are you reading this stuff out of a Dr. Phil book?”

“My God, you're hurt," Kyle said. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't use his name around me right now. He's kicking my ass." "God?" "No, but his bitch is." "How? It's impossible to hurt ghosts." "Tell that to the smoking crater on my chest.”

“Bryan helped me up.  "How can you be so good one minute then clumsy the next?"I shrugged.  "I've never been very athletic.  Not unless you count fencing.""You made fences?”