I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

“I couldn’t figure out which of these ideas, if any, was at the core of the poem…”

“What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Te…”

“What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, …”

“She never liked me much, but she sure loved me, if you know what I'm saying.”