No one vinces me, baby

I’m sorry for hurting you. I know I did. I’m most likely dead now, and I guess if there’s any kind of fairness in the afterlife I’m probably in hell getting roasted. But if that’s...

People are idiots, Choo. Always remmber that: people are faithless, backstabbing, weak, creepy, stupid, lazy idiots.

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.

it couldn’t last. Everyone was killing time. But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.

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.

You don’t look so much like a great hero,’ Jarrah said. ‘I’m pretty sure I’m not,’ Mack said wearily. ‘My throat is hoarse from screaming in terror. I don’t think heroes have that problem.

Yeah. A feeling. Like the whole point of my life from the alleys in Bangkok to the yachts and private island to coming here like a crazy person trying to fly a helicopter like all...

One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No ‘poof.’ No flash of light. No explosion.

If you do bad stuff and don’t repent, you go to hell,” Orc said, like he was begging for a refutation.”Yeah, well, you know what? If Howard’s in hell, I guess we can all have...

The light of day showed you the limits of possibility. But walk through the dark, the absolute, total darkness, and the possibilities were limitless.

Guilt was a fascinating thing: it seemed not to weaken over time. If anything it grew stronger as the circumstances faded from memory, as the fear and the necessity became abstract. And only her own...

No, no, no, so not getting the point of fear. Because fear wasn’t about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.

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...

And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town.””You mean they aren’t powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed.

Man, don’t ever be sorry you don’t want to kill someone.

No you sick, stupid creep, I love you. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. You’re sick inside, Caine, sick! But I love you. – Diana

Who am I? I’m the Breeze, bitch!

They said what doesn’t kill you made you stronger. No, it left you with holes blown through your soul.

It takes me a while to figure things out, doesn’t it?” Edilio grinned. “Do me a favor. When you find Astrid, repeat that to her, word for word, the part about how it takes you...

I’ve never been able to grow an organ back,” Lana said. “Last time I tried… Let’s just hope you don’t end up with whip eyes.

But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.

In the land of the blind, a one eyed man is king

Brianna dropped the skateboard in front of Sam. “Don’t worry: I won’t let you fall off.” “Yeah? Then why did you bring the helmet?” Brianna tossed it to him. “In case you fall off.

That’s right. Endgame. The FAYZ barrier is coming down; at least that’s my bet. But there’s also a ninety percent chance you and me both end up dead. Ten percent chance we both actually get...

No,” Lana said, “I’m not going to heal your scratch.””Good,” Sanjit said.”Good? Why good?””Because when you hold my hand, I don’t want it to be work for you.

There’s a lot youdon’t know, Sam. There’s a lot I don’t tell you. I know who I am. I know what I do, and what I am to this place.I know what I am to...

Too bad we don’t have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire.” Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio.

I don’t care what your excuse is, I don’t care what you think God told you to do, if you are in the business of closing children’s minds and obliterating their capacity to imagine, and...

You’re staring,” Lana said.”Yes. I am. I’m a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.

What do you think that fish is?’ Sam asked Astrid.She peered closely at the alleged fish. ‘I think that’s an example of Pesce inedibilis,’ she said.’Yeah?’ Sam made a face. ‘Do you think it’s okay...

(…) But Gaia had absorbed the new information. “I won’t need to kill billions, Diana. When Nemesis is gone, there will be no other like me. Just me alone. I will grow and spread, one...

Fear wasn’t about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.

Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.

Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.

Still Caine hesitated. A big, warm bed. A beautiful girl to share it with. Food. Water. Everything he needed, just a few miles away on the island. The logical, rational answer was obvious.”Which is why...

Numbers still gave Astrid pleasure. That was the great thing about numbers: it required no faith to believe that two plus two equaled four. And math never, ever condemned you for your thoughts and desires.

We do need a system, and we do need you and your ‘Bertos, and sometimes we need Sam to just come along and kick some ass. – Quinn

Caine erupted in disbelieving laughter. “Yeah, that’ll do it. ‘I’m just a kid, Your Honor!’ Hah. They’ll have to find a few scapegoats, and guess who it will be? You and me, surfer boy. You...

If there was ever an example for redemption, it’s you.

And death is better because death is the end of fear, isnt it? -Dekka

The clips hurt. The presence of a chainsaw was terrifying. And Noah did not want to hear about insane Nazi poets.

Why are we doing this?” Caine asked him. “You know damned well why we’re doing this. Because it’s a fight. It may be THE fight. I may be the final fight. And what else are...

Smart stupid. Stupid smart.

It’s Sanjit. It’s a Hindu name. It means ‘invincible.'””That’s great,” Lana said.”Invincible. I can’t be vinced.””That’s not even a word,” Lana said.”Go ahead: try to vince me,” Sanjit said.

It’s over, Sam. Finally.””Yeah,” he said. “I guess it is.””Turn out the light, Sam.”Sam reached for the switch and turned out the light.

The end is the best part of any story

Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone...

[Caine]”Interesting. Me, I’ve always wanted to know who my real parents were.”[Sam]”Let me guess: you’re secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.

They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.