We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.

Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause

I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.

I figured something out," he said aloud. "The future is unpredictable." Hassan said, "Sometimes the kafir likes to say massively obvious things in a really profound voice.

What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.