...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been.

An inferior sense of smell," Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, "is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.

My hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

The building was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault.

If I need you I'll give you a signal.' What signal?" I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl