You're staring," Lana said. "Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.

He found a set of encyclopedias—like Wikipedia, but paper and very bulky.

It's not about who's got powers, morons. It's about who's not afraid. And who's going to do what has to be done.

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

The point is,” Caine continued, “you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.” Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. “Three minutes,” Caine said, moving closer. “You go first. And then me.” “No,” Sam said. “It can’t be.” “It can,” Caine said. “It is. And you are… brother.

Its the fate of all creators: They fall in love with their creations.

Why are we doing this?" Caine asked him. "You know damned well why we're doing this. Because it's a fight. It may be THE fight. I may be the final fight. And what else are we good at, you and me? What are we going to do if we ever get out there anyway?