Well they're pissed off and they're hungry. I was kind of busy trying not to get my brains eaten. They seemed pretty adamant about the brain-eating thing. Then they're going to IKEA, I guess

The value of the work we do is the value we give to it.

In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos.

She's so obnoxious. Like a whole Saturday night drunk tank full of obnoxious packed into one little body." Detective Cavuto

Hope is merely another face of desire.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.