It's written in our DNA somewhere: our children first, the rest of the world second.

“I guess in my beer-soaked mind it would all just magically work out, and she'd …”

“I can smell the crazy on that man from here. I have a nose for it.”

“Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," sh…”

“Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin …”