The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!

You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.

On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. For freaking Cain.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.