Lightning struck, a hawk cried in fury, and then a goddamned grizzly bear fell out of the night sky and onto Ethniu’s head. Don’t care how Titanic you are. No one expects an orbital-drop grizzly.
Do you remember the hardest lesson of power?” “Knowing when not to use it?
All of my base are belong to me.
I hate that you’re here with me,” I said. “I know.” “And I’m glad that you’re here with me.” “I know.
Harry,” Thomas said, “be real. Everyone wants someone to make us pancakes; we’re all just too grown-up to say it.
Death isn’t when your body stops working. It’s when there’s no more future. When you can’t see past right now, because you stopped believing in tomorrow.
I might be the dumb kid with the sledgehammer from his father’s toolshed, compared to the sword-saint samurai who were the Senior Council – but I had discovered, in my time, that no matter how skilled and elegant a foe might be, a sledgehammer to the skull is a sledgehammer to the skull.
Some things should hurt. Some things should leave you with scars. Some things should haunt your nightmares. Some things should be burned into memory. Because that was the only way to make sure that they would be fought. It was the only way to face them. It was the only way to cast down the future agents of death and havoc before they could bring things to this. The words never again mean more to some people than others.
Doesn’t matter where you go in the world – if you’re good at your job, people who are good enough at theirs to see it will respect you for it.
An old hatred. The hardest kind to resist.
Some things should hurt. Some things should leave you with scars. Some things should haunt your nightmares. Some things should be burned into memory.
If knowing how clueless I am is the measure of wisdom, I am freaking Solomon, Walter Cronkite, and Judge Judy all rolled into one.
Some free advice for you: Never fight an old man. They’ve been there, done that, written the book, made and starred in the movie, designed the T-shirt, and they’ve got no ego at all about how the fight gets won.
Good, because your mother says you’re not getting out of helping in the kitchen just because you’re a faerie princess now. She got you those long kitchen gloves so that you can still wash dishes.
He glowered at me. Then he said, “When the hell did you get deep?” “Through experience, wisdom I have earned,” I said in Yoda’s voice.
Bad things are inside everyone. I don’t care how gentle or holy or sincere or dedicated you are. There are bad things in there. Lust. Greed. Violence. You don’t need a wicked queen to make that happen. That’s a part of everyone. Some more, some less, but it’s always there.
No, I really don’t,” I said. “That’s the problem.” “But you know that you do not know,” Michael said. “Which is wise.” I snorted. “If knowing how clueless I am is the measure of wisdom, I am freaking Solomon, Walter Cronkite, and Judge Judy all rolled into one.” Sanya held up his hands with his fingers in a square, framing my face like a photographer. “Always thought you look more like a Judy.
The man closed his eyes for a moment. Then he whispered, “My little girl was born early yesterday. She’s still in the hospital. They couldn’t move her.” “Well,” I said. “That makes it pretty simple. But that’s not the same thing as easy, is it.
That’s the thing about living behind all that security: If it can keep threats out, it can just as easily keep you in.
And you both hurt each other terribly, because you’re family. Because what you say and do matters so much more than anyone else.