Colin emphatically pushed the book cover shut when he finished reading.
"Did you like it?" His dad asked.
"Yup," Colin said. He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

“Okay, he said. I gotta go to sleep. It's almost one.Okay, I said.Okay, he said.…”

“Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies…”

“I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the l…”

“God, people like that shouldn't be allowed to live.”