“He smelled like carpeting, Scotch tape, and steak sauce.”

“Roddy the assistant manager lived in the theater. He'd emptied out one of the supply closets. He'd installed an inflatable mattress, a Shower Anywhere portable shower, and a wee television. He slept amid the powdered-butter fumes and empty drink-syrup tanks. He had grub-white skin and Goth circles under his eyes that, unlike those of Goths, came from really, truly existing half in the world of the dead. He smelled like carpeting, Scotch tape, and steak sauce. He was almost forty but had one of those half mustaches that thirteen-year-olds have. He was the closest thing to a zombie I've yet encountered in this world.”

“If he killed her I’m going to beat him bloody and eat him piece by piece, slowly, with steak sauce.”

“He attacked me, so I had to slit his throat with a steak knife. But not before I splashed Worcestershire sauce all over it.”

“I, on the other hand, believe that books, maps, scissors, and Scotch tape dispensers are all unreliable vagrants, likely to take off for parts unknown unless strictly confined to quarters.”

“CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble. ”