As accurate as a blind man pissing during an earthquake.”“Wow..., ” I breathed.She frowned

As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun.This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.

I hadn’t been a nerd, mind you. I’d just been the type of guy who spent a lot of time by himself, focused entirely on a single consuming interest.

My name is David Charleston.I kill people with super powers.

My life wasn’t just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics.Permanently.

If nobody changes the world, if nobody works to make it better, then we stagnate.

I let out a sound that was definitely not a whimper. It was something far more manly, no matter what it sounded like.

If we stop helping people because we’re afraid, or ambivalent or whatever, then we lose. Let them do evil. I’ll stop them.

Oh, ” Obliteration continued, “I think that you’ll find a man can do many things thought impossible, if he tries hard enough.

Thank you. For being willing to talk. For not turning me in. For... being you.''I'm pretty good at being me, ' I said. 'I've had all these years to practice--I hardly ever get it wrong these days.

The Gottschalk was a fine weapon."You, " I said to it, "are on probation. You'd better impress me."Great. Now I was talking to guns.

Satan impregnated my mother one lovely spring morning. We didn’t have the heart to tell my father.

You have a great potential.Explore your special skills.

Digital for storage and quickness. Analog for fatness and warmth.

All inquiries carry with them some element of risk.

[Bob Dylan] is a preacher but also a sinner; a poet but also a pitchman; authentic all-American but also invented persona.

I love to read about anger. A "feel bad" book always makes me feel good. And no other novel in the history of literature is more depressing than Christina Stead's The Man Who Loved Children.

It's nice when your boyfriend thinks you're beautiful.

It is a wise mans part, rather to avoid sickness, than to wish for medicines.

There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.