Sin met Mae and Alan coming into the flat. Mae frowned. "Is it no-shirts festival day?" "Every day with Nick is no-shirts festival day," Alan said absently, but he was frowning too.

Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.

Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.

Which brings us to the least sexy word in the English language, kids," Dad said, kicking back in his chair. "Inbreeding. Avoid it.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

Technically speaking, you drive like a rabid chicken who has hijacked a tractor.

I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.

Jared glared. Some people, Kami knew, had bedroom eyes. She was saddened to have to admit that Jared had filthy alleyway eyes.

Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?" Sin: "Clive, I was with you from 'I'm a social worker.

I teach you beyond Man (superman). Man is something that shall be surpassed. What have you done to surpass him?

God wants to bring victory to a people who recognize who brought it.

I saw the yearbook picture. There was six of them! I ain't have six friends in high school, I don't have six friends now! That's three on three with a half court.

I have felt uncomfortable having people say, "You're my idol," because I want them to idolize God. I want them to idolize somebody that's done a lot.

A molecular gastronomist is really just someone who explores the world of science and food.

With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace, as the cottage gate.

I want to be a living work of art.

I think if people raise their consciousness and find a purpose, everybody will be helped.

I wake up early in the morning and walk for an hour. If I have something to write, I prefer to write in the morning until midday, and in the afternoon, I eat.

The PC is the LSD of the '90s.