Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

In the dictionary, next to the word stress, there is a picture of a midsize mutant stuck inside a dog crate, wondering if her destiny is to be killed or to save the world. Okay, not really. But there should be.

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

Sundown had bloodied the horizon over the uneven rooftops of South Boston. Birds were perched on every roof and seemed to be watching the girl walking slowly below. - Cradle and All

Awwww, lame, we're not going to disneyworld. (said by the amazing talking dog, Total)

and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it?