Nice work, " he said.I grinned."You look like hell, though, " he noted."I doubt hell has this much Kool-Aid, " I replied.

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.

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.

We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.

Every big castle was once started with a single block

I like to zoom out of the situation so I can see it all and don't get caught up in the little things down there.

HUMORIST, n. A plague that would have softened down the hoar austerity of Pharaoh's heart and persuaded him to dismiss Israel with his best wishes, cat-quick.

I'm a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.

When you earn it and spend it you do know the difference between three dollars and a million dollars, but when you say it and vote it, it all sounds the same.

While obsession with one’s personal appearance is a sign of being a vacant prat, total oblivion to it is a sign of mental illness.

You are not male nor female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

I get to be goofy and quirky and sweet at the same time.