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.

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.

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.

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

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.

The ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

My whole background is theater, and theater is to some degree presentational.

It's awfully hard to convey a sense of credibility to allies when you [the Congress] voted for the war and then you declared: Wrong war, wrong place, wrong time.

It may look as if the situation is creating the suffering, but ultimately this is not so - your resistance is.

I'm very fond of Norfolk. My husband came from there and the kids love it. Devon is beautiful, too.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

This morning in the Washington Post there was a statistic about how 85% of Americans are Christians.

I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.