“Rock stars live too fast for the twenty-four hour rule... Our average life expectancy is equal to one-half normal divided by number of addictions minus the number of small craft flights per month, the number of fast cars owned, and the number of miles driven on a motorcycle without a helmet. I'd say the three-second rule better applies...”

“You hired a female guitarist?""Uh, yeah. She fuckin' rocked our faces off.”

“Svava: "Rule number one: Never make a fool of yourself."Riis: "Rule number two: Never be a burden to any one."Svava: "Rule number three: Always be in the fashion.”

“You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured."You rock at fuckin', baby.”

“What kind of a dork uses a lame stage name anyway? And why Shade? Because he wears sunglasses all the time?""Yeah, he has to wear them. He has vision problems.."Melanie's stomach dropped and she covered her big, blabbering mouth with one hand. "He does? Shit. Now I feel bad."The guy chuckled. "I'm just fucking with you. He wears them because he enjoys looking like a douche twenty-four seven.”

“I'll try not to embarrass myself.""Why would you embarrass yourself?""Because I'm about to be trapped ona jet for more than two hours with the Brian Sinclair.""Last night you got laid by the Trey Mills.""And it was amazing," she said, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling to express her bliss."If you play your cards right, you might get laid by the Trey Mills in the bathroom back there in about half an hour.”

“I don't like raw tomatoes. And I thought I'd skip the onions so I could make out with the sexiest man alive after lunch without subjecting him to my death breath.”