I mean,he decided we'd be better apart,you know?it wasn't a joint decision.like, if your gonna make a decision about me and my life without consulting me,i'd better be dying and unconscious and you'd better be following carefully written instructions.

Who ya gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" "That phrase is ruined forever.

I don't think of myself as a writer.

Here's a freebie: Don't play poker with a kid who can read minds.

Ari felt like, Hellooo, I have wings! I turn into a wolf! Blending is out is out of the question!

When did they start coming after you?” “Was it—was it after the oil- slick Hummer crash?” the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. “Or maybe it was more---after the bomb,” the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. “I think it was the bomb,” Iggy agreed. “That definitely seemed to tick them off.” “Bomb?” I asked incredulously.

Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like grits, but with high self-esteem.