Country is based on folk music, which has been around for centuries—” “So has the plague.

Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

There are things we want, and things we may have.... Sanity lies in knowing the difference.

And why not?” “You know why! This is a bad idea.” “Perhaps I like a challenge.” “Perhaps you’re a glutton for punishment!” “Perhaps I am in love.

Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

Prevarication, how divine! I always did get along better with sinners.

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

Look in the mirror and say, 'There is none other like you and for that reason alone you are beautiful.

How often must I get lost in a strange land of fairytales so that I can find my true self?

Heroes don't wear diapers. It's just not cool.

It's terrible to lose somebody, but it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

I don't think I would have been a writer if I hadn't been a mother. I wanted to construct something that contained some of these feelings that I had, some of these discoveries or revelations.

The cool things about space is when you put your pants on here, you can put them on two legs at a time.

For business, our internet love affair was a gift from the gods.

If you control the food, you control a nation. If you control the energy, you control a region. If you control the money, you control the world.

Challenges met are the scariest but are sometimes the most worthwhile.

It must be recess in (heaven) if St. Peter is lettin his angels out.