And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.
Hold on, Claire Bear! Next stop, Crazytown!
Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.
I paused in the act of opening the door and looked at him with what were probably cartoon-wide eyes. “Wait a second,” I said. “So, you’re best friends with a hot vampire chick who likes leather.” “Yeah.” “And together, you fight crime?” I couldn’t help it. I cracked up.
The vamp in McMann’s stared at me. I guess he didn’t like the Goth look. Most of them don’t; somehow they think I’m making fun of them. Which I totally am.
I just went to work for a vampire, was scared by a spider, and got knocked down by a tanning bomb. And that’s just my day, not my week.
See? My plans don’t all suck. Just most of them.
He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.
Because you know, I’m your best friend, but you’re just not that badass, man.
Is it arrogance if one is truly superior?
He smiled, and it made his dimples come out. “I think I’m more Batman,” he said. “You know, what with all the bats and nighttime activities. And Batman is much cooler.” “Geek.” His smile widened. “You say the nicest things. Haven’t you heard? Geeks run the world now.” -BLACK DAWN.
When giants fought, ants were crushed.
As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.
Shane: “Bro,” he said, in an injured tone, “I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren’t there to see it.” Michael: “Pics or it didn’t happen.” Shane: “Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.” – Black Dawn.
Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.
Harte sent one of her revived men after him, and Pat sent him back in boxes.
Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It’s terribly wasteful.
Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.
In any group of people, no matter how hard-assed they might appear, there’s always a geek.
You’re just full of awesome; did you know that?