You like blue eyes, huh?" "Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.

We're sitting in the dark willing to sell our souls for another peppermint with enough uranium to give a terrorist a wet dream. - Diana

If God gives you a Quiznos, can I have a bite? No way. You have to pray for your own food.

She was scared. Scared of dying.

The bringer of fear was afraid.

Sometimes I think He looks down and says, "Wow, look what those idiots are up to now. I guess I better help them along a little.

Sam was starting to feel anxious. Nutella and noodles were fine. Great in fact. Miraculous. But he'd been hoping for more food more water more medicine something. It was absurdly like Christmas morning when he was little: hoping for something he couldn't even put a name to. A game changer. Something...amazing.