you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.

I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

If by 'miracle kids' you mean innocent test-tube babies whose DNA was forcibly unraveled and merged with two percent avian genes, yeah, I guess that would be us," I said. "Because it's a miracle that we're not complete nut jobs and mutant disasters.

Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, “Your time is coming to an end, you pathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you say now is how you vill be remembered.” Gazzy’s blue eyes flashed. “Then you can remember me telling you to kiss my-” “Enough!” ter Borcht said.

I muttered a swear word to myself. After I heard Angel cussing like a sailor when she stubbed her toe, my new resolution was to watch my language. All I needed was a six-year-old mutant with a potty mouth