"Jinx, I know you just lost your grandfather, but you straighten out your tone right now or I will smack you one!"
- Kathy Bryson
"Don’t know what I’m talking about? Don’t know what I’m talking about!” My shout hit notes that normally only Wagnerian sopranos can reach. “You think you’re a freaking leprechaun, but I don’t know wha..."
"No, really,” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him."
"You could have agreed to disagree,” Megan argued. “Then you could kiss and make up. That could be fun."
"A country road, a gravel road, is a sign of civilization, sure, but it’s just a farm, an easy conquest. Iron means a stronghold, people who can defend what’s theirs."
"You can’t have it both ways. Either I’m Irish and can talk, or I’m a man and I can’t."
"Mr. Jennings is the one who trapped the fairies here to begin with. If they’re back and wandering around, if they’re loose, then, well, it’s not good."
"That’s not Eire. Everyone always thinks that, but we’re not shamrocks and wee men. You should know the difference."
"Murphy didn’t appear to notice my chagrin, but instead pulled up the hem of his long-sleeved tee to wipe at his face. Since he flashed his sculpted abdominals right at me, I grew hot and flushed. I me..."
"Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw up."