“I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.”

“I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?”

“One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.”

“I'm the last of the mad ones.”

“You’ve never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You’re a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I’d bet it’s a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.”

“One question," I said. "Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?""No," he said. "It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too.""I'll take that as a yes," I said.”

“It was very pretty. It also made Marlene look very demure, which she probably hated. Ideally, Marlene probably wanted an outfit that had a special holder for a gun.”