I hoped I wasn't actually dead. That would make finding our parents and saving the world really hard.

Does anything on you work properly?" Asked ter Borcht. "Well, I do have a highly developed sense of irony." Replied Iggy.

"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

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

Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to.

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

Some poeple just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.