I have sought you out to cure me.' 'To cure you of what?' 'Of this cursed affliction.' 'I cannot cure stupidity.' Scapegrace frowned.

What would killing the Elders result in?" "Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?

You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?

Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

Are you taking my hat hostage?

This girl (Stephanie) is but a few months away from her seventeenth birthday and already she has saved the world and killed a god. What have you done?