May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

It’s lovely,” I said, taking an involuntary half step back. “Really, though. I don’t like to handle other people’s cookware.” “That’s the best you can manage? That’s your bright, bold lie?” “Look, lady, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had somebody corner me on a dark street and try to hand me a frying pan before,” I snapped.

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don't need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes.” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

...a truth you don't understand is more dangerous than a lie.