Shaun has working his audience into a frenzy down to a science; by the time he's done with them, they get excited by the mysterious discovery of pocket lint. It's impressive, but I'd rather watch him move. There's something wonderful about the way he lets go, becoming all energy and excitement as he outlines what's coming next. Maybe it's geeky for a girl my age to admit she still loves her brother. I don't care. I love him, and one day I'll bury him, and until then, I'm going to be grateful that I'm allowed to watch him talk.

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.

Well, that’s that, then. We’re all going to die. Charming.

It’s not that Etienne dislikes Tybalt. Etienne just dislikes chaos, and Tybalt causes almost as much commotion as I do. Sometimes more, when he really sets his mind to it, although my chaos is a little more destructive, if I do say so myself.

Some lines were never meant to be crossed, however good your cause may seem.

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

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.