They both smiled at the picture of Albert in his chinos and button-down shirt exhorting kids from atop a bike.
We’re sitting in the dark willing to sell our souls for another peppermint with enough uranium to give a terrorist a wet dream. – Diana.
I had a hard childhood. Hard for my parents. Not that bad for me.
Smart stupid. Stupid smart.
Superpowers, don’t always make you a superhero. – Duck.
An old couple came running from a motorhome, scribbling as they ran. Their sign read, Can you check on our cat, Ariel? No one would answer that, because the cats had all been eaten.
He’s one kind of person, you’re another. When life is going along normally, you’re sort of the same. But when life turns strange and scary, when there’s a crisis, suddenly you’re completely different people.
You are now free to leave the FAYZ.
The warrior who had gone out from the lake to save his people by slaying the evil one was now just a boy sitting in the dirt with his fingers in a mane of blond hair. He stared at nothing. Expected nothing. Planned nothing. Just sat.
Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny’s sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.
And sometimes you lie to me and sometimes I lie to you And there isnt a thing you could possibly do All these half-destroyed lives Arent as bad as they seem but now i see blood and I hear screams then I wake up and its just a bad dream...
The gaiaphage. That’s the other word they use. ‘Gaia,’ as in world. ‘Phage,’ as in a worm or something that eats something up. I’m going to go way out on a limb here and say I don’t think something that calls itself a ‘world eater’ is a good thing.
Sam, that’s a great concept. And maybe you believe it. But I’m black and I’m a lesbian, so let me tell you: From what I know? Personal experience? There are always lines.
Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter’s drop cloth. She felt no pain. She saw no light. She heard, but barely. Her heart was still and silent. Yet she did not die.
But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.
Man, don’t ever be sorry you don’t want to kill someone.
Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.
San: You all right? Virt: I think i crapped myself a little Sam: Just a little? you’ve got nerves of steel.
But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.
They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.