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

Do we have to have the 'don't lie to the telepath' talk again? It won't take long. I say 'don't lie to the telepath, it never works,' you glare at me, and then you go find something you can hit.

We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

...If there’s a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is.” I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... “I just want to know that he’s there, so that I can die knowing there’s going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

Remember how pissed you got when we had to do all that reading about the Rising back in sixth grade? I thought you were going to get us both expelled. You said the only way things could've gotten as bad as they did was if people were willing to take the first easy answer they could find and cling to it, rather than doing anything as complicated as actually thinking.