I think sometimes we give people a lot of credit just because they're writing nice sentences even if it isn't adding up to much.

Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?" Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.

Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?" Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

"So you have your price."... "Your soul for a cookie."

Just because life is hard, and always ends in a bad way, doesn't mean that all stories have to, even if that's what they tell us in school and in the New York Times Review. In fact, it's a good thing that stories are as different as we are, one from another.

I was always a good student, but I didn't read that much until I was 18 and I was working my way through college.

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