"I would never have been able to make remarks like the last, nor allude in such a roguish fashion to the house of McGraw-Hill, had it not been for the fact that the senior editor above me who read all my reports was a man sharing my disillusionment with our employer and all that the vast and soulless empire stood for." Chapter 1, pg. 7

"But then I felt another nail amplify my crucifixion: they were going at it again upstairs on the accursed mattress. 'Stop it!' I roared at the ceiling, and with my forefingers plugged up my ears. Sophie and Nathan!" Chapter 2, pg. 45

"'Oh, we're going to be the best of friends!' she trilled over the train's rackety noise, and she gave my arm a tight squeeze that was certainly not flirtatious but contained something in it more than—well, casual. Call it the reassuring squeeze...