“I guess he’s there, deep in my subconscious, shooing other men away, keeping me single and alone." -Bouquet Toss”

“Hollywood brides keep the bouquets and throw away the grooms.”

“Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue."What do you want?" Jason asked.No answer."Are you the thing that followed Tark? You should keep following him. He's the real mastermind. Shoo. Go hide."No response."Okay, how about you stand guard while I sleep. Keep the giants away. Sound good? All in favor, hold perfectly still. Fine, I guess we have a deal.”

“Will I be subtly influenced by what my clone says, or by my own subconscious? Will my thoughts really be mine, or will they be mine—the other me?”

“What other stuff do they teach you at federal agent school?” I ask. It shouldn’t bother me that he’s fitting in so well. So what if he’s faking it? Good for him. I guess what bothers me is him faking it better than I am.”

“I guess I keep waiting for someone to choose me, to want me, over all the other women he could have.”