He Squinted At Me. "what Are You

You'd Tell Me If We Were Getting Married, Wouldn't You? I Mean, You Wouldn't Just Appear On My Doorstep One Day And Say We Were Due At The Church In An Hour.

I Don't Know If It's A Good Idea To Give A Woman A Box Of Bullets When She's Got A Pimple.

I Always Know It's Sunday Because I Wake Up Feeling Apologetic. That's One Of The Cool Things About Being A Catholic . . . It's A Multifaceted Experience. If You Lose The Faith, Chances Are You'll Keep The Guilt, So It Isn't As If You've Been Skunked Altogether.

I've Never Been In This Part Of Trenton Before. I Don't Feel Comfortable Driving Around Buildings That Haven't Got Gang Slogans Sprayed On Them. Look At This Place. No Boarded-up Windows. No Garbage In The Gutter. No Brothers Selling Goods On The Street. Don't Know How People Can Live Like This.

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.