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

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 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.

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.

Change is the constant the signal for rebirth the egg of the phoenix.

To suggest that God specifically created a worm to torture small African children is blasphemy as far as I can see. The Archbishop of Canterbury doesn't believe that.

Sales bring out the worst in people.

A lot of times you get people writing wonderful sentences and paragraphs, and they fall in love with their prose style, but the stories really aren't that terrific.

I wished God were like He used to be, a few notches lower. I wanted Him to be lofty enough to help me but not so uncontrollable. I longed for His warm presence, times when He seemed more… safe.

I received a beautiful welcome to the world of music. I want to give something back to the younger generation.

So, you're worried that a pink dragon will fly over the concent and fart nerve gas on us?

It's a small world, but we all run in big circles.

Personally, I have always felt that the best doctor in the world is the Veterinarian. He can't ask his patients what is the matter...he's just got to know.