“Well, you see, there were these ninjas...”

“Naomi looked around the room, then down at the cup. Then back around the room. Then again at the cup. No. Way. “Hello?” “Hello! Is this how you greet all new acquaintances? Trap them, maim them, and then chit chat?”

“Yeah, well, wish in one hand, crap in the other, and see which fills up first”

“There were no absolutes in fiction, no certain way to deliver what was needed. So it was no surprise most technical writers considered novel-writing a gateway to madness.”

“I would have rather had a dad with change jingling in his pocket; one who would have spent the last forty minutes of the world raking leaves for his kids to jump in, so that they perished in one loud, bright instant, giggles still bubbling up from their bellies, never suspecting a thing.Yeah, well. Tough luck, rich boy.”

“Show me what you got,” he snarled at his reflection. “You think you belong here? You think you got magic? Prove it!”

“What is a turducken? An exclusive culinary creation available by special order from some little Cajun town down south. Entirely deboned, a turducken consists of a turkey, stuffed with duck, stuffed with a chicken, like an edible Russian nesting doll. Some were stuffed with alligator, crap, shrimp; my favorite was the traditional cornbread variety.”