Do you like kids?Only with barbecue sauce.

Apparently, in addition to muscles, Nate had an inner squirrel. He didn't have any trouble balancing on the tree, whereas I felt like I could fall out anytime.

Your dad does like you. In fact, he wants to protect you from me. He told me to not bother trying to get my claws into you and drag you down to my level.Bother. Definitely bother. I like the idea of you getting your claws into me.

Personally, I felt pretty safe. Librarians are like priests. You can tell them you want information on just about any subject and they never look at you weird. It's like a rule or something. I figured even in a small town like this, my question wouldn't be the strangest one the librarian had heard. I didn't know if librarians had any sort of official privacy code, but I was counting on confidence. They're not big talkers. It comes from being forced to be quiet all the time.

My mom giggled and whacked Dick with a dish towel. I would have whacked him harder with the cutting board, but that was just my preference.

I'm proud of you, honey. This is a positive thing to have in your life. I'm glad to see you moving in the right direction.I wasn't aware I was going in the wrong direction.

I was generally in favor of segregation of the dead and the living.

When you're seventeen and the only friend you have in town is a stuffed animal that doesn't even belong to you, I think it's safe to say your life is officially in the shitter.

You better be careful, I've got a ladle. You never know what a trained killer can do with an innocent-looking kitchen utensil.I don't think you're a trained killer.So should I be insulted that you think I'm an amateur killer?