My husband is my most valuable resource.

As a person with the retentive mental capacity of a goldfish and a dislike of repetition, I frequently make use of the thesaurus built into my Microsoft Word U.K. Software.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever you're trying to tell them.

I spent some of my endless hours of leisure learning how to shoot a gun, which I thought might come in handy someday, if not in the war then back on the streets of New York.

Someday I’ll understand more of these things. At the moment I just have to think them through. Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.

I was dying, of course, but then we all are. Every day, in perfect increments.

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that’s how I live now.

Fighting back is what I’ve discovered I do best.

Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob’s ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.

It’s not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.