I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

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.

Fooling laymen with science is sometimes so easy it should be criminal.

Crazy gets all the knives.

Rose goblins are built like porcupines - if you rub them the right way, you don't have to worry about the spines. They're sort of like people in that regard, too.​

Most guys my age have girlfriends and drinking buddies on their speed dial. Me, I have the Memphis CDC.

Sometimes humanity is the reason we can't have nice things