“What the feck?” Dani snapped when I answered. “You sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!”
“A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.”
“It was not that he was feckless, more that he had simply not been around the day they handed out feck.”
“Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.”
“I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.”
“She loves. And she doesn't know how to pull it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.”