Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

My manners have always been the first thing to go when I get upset, and some people say that they stopped coming back a long time ago.​

You really can't go home again. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn't really there anymore... but that it wasn't only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn't just a dream. Sometimes, that's the best thing of all.

Sarah turned her narrow-eyed gaze on him, making me glad once more that Antimony's comic books got it wrong, and telepaths can't actually kill you with their brains. Give you a whopping headache and earworm you with annoying jingles, yes; kill you, no. (Although sometimes, when she's managed to stick "The Happy Banana Song" in my head for a week, I sort of wish she could kill people with her brain. It would be kinder.)

No one should be posing for duck-lipped selfies with the plaque of the dead. That wouldn't be right.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.