“Brian's eyeborw shot up. "Don't m ind me for asking silly questions, Anna, but aren't you the one who determines Bux's fate?""You obviously know nothing about the writing process," Anna shot back impatiently. "My characters are living, breathing beings, Brian, and they do what they must in order for the story to unfold. But they aren't perfect, Far from it! All too often, they exercise bad behavior and make poor decisions and there's nothing I can do to stop them.”

“I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep. None of it has anything to do with you. It's just that I don't know what to do now. You must be thinking what a rotten person I am. Well, believe me, I'm thinking the same thing. I don't know how this happened or why. Maybe I can get over it. Do you think you can wait—because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you … not ever …”

“-Hey. Do you know anything about exorcists?"Brian's eyebrows shot up. "I think if you want to break up with Greyson, you could find a less dramatic way to do it, don't you?”

“Judy, you don't know nothin' about the South. You don't even know the difference between the North and the South.'I said, 'Oh yes I do. In the North, there's a cutoff age for sleeping with your parents.”

“You have to stop this. I don't want to lose you too. If you have to make a revolution, Make a small revolution.”

“I want you to know it was no big deal...those movies showing women screaming in labor are plain bullshit....there's nothing to it...you just push and push and finally the baby pops out...to tell you the truth I don't even rember that much about it except there was a very nice guy standing over me and every time a strong contraction started he gave me a whiff of gas...”

“What about your mum? She got taken away. Mine too, I said. There was nothing special about that. It happened all the time.”