“Shed swallowed. “That isn’t a plan that does much for my nerves.”
“Your nerves aren’t my problem, Shed. They’re yours. You lost them. Only you can find them again.””

“Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”

“You will never lose your nerve. Your life, probably, but never your nerve.”

“Damien,” Shaunee said. “Again you are getting on my damn—”

—last nerve with your unending vocab bullshit,” Erin finished for her.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”

“You just go on your nerve.”

“You can't lose your nerve for the big failure because you need exactly the same nerve for the big success.”

“I have the highest respect for your nerves, they are my old friends.”

“Did you know that if you removed all nerve cells from your brain and laid them out end-to-end in a straight line, you would die?”

“To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever. And when you get tired of them, you can kill and eat them. Perfect.”