His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he’d come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me...
Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.
Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on her right.
My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.
I love music because it’s so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.
I don’t make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.
You are what you are. Deal with it or change.
Life equaled love plus passion squared. Loving and being passionate about what one did was what made life so precious.
I flash him number seventeen of my thirty-five Looks of Death.
All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.
He is my vulnerability.
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air.
She’s too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I’m becoming.
In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.
I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It’s coming back to life that sucks.
The sun’s nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face – as if! I’m surprised he doesn’t smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.
Holy borrowing bibliophile, let’s book!
I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.
Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them.