You're a mad scientist,' said Maggie, in what may well have been intended as a reassuring tone. 'We don't expect you to be nice. We just go to bed every night hoping you won't mutate us before we wake up.' Dr. Abbey blinked at her. 'That's...almost sweet. In a disturbing sort of a way.

Is there any time in your life when you do not feel the need for caffeine?" "Sure. Sometimes I'm asleep.

Last guy I was interested in turned out to be an incestuous necrophiliac," she said. "So no, not currently dating, and definitely not doing any more shopping in the 'sociopath' category

Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

The laws of physics have already been violated. What happens if they decide to press charges?

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.