We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

Next time you wish to feed me poison, warn me first," Loor demanded. (The Merchant of Death)

There will be no more protests. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia. The voice of Halla. Your voice." "There goes freedom of speech," I said.

Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.

Before I can face the future, I must first deal with the past.

You'd better put sunblock on that skeleton head of yours. You're gonna fry." -Bobby

Mark: When did you learn to drive? Courtney: About three seconds ago.