Yes?" she asked, eyeing me guardedly. I struck out a hand and said "Shake." Arra stared at the hand, then into my unfocused eyes. "One good fight doesn't make you a warrior," she said. "Shake!" I repeated angrily. "And if I don't?" she asked. "I'll get back up on the bars and fight you till you do," I growled. Arra studied me at length, then nodded and took my hand. "Power to you, Darren Shan," she said gruffly. "Power," I repeated weakly, then fainted into her arms and knew no more till I came to in my hammock the next night.

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk)

When it comes to impending, unavoidable extinction, ignorance is bliss.

I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.