A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

You see, evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. It is ultimately negative, and therefore encompasses its downfall even at its moments of apparent triumph. No matter how grandiose, how well-planned, how apparently foolproof of an evil plan, the inherent sinfulness will by definition rebound upon its instigators. No matter how apparently successful it may seem upon the way, at the end it will wreck itself. It will founder upon the rocks of iniquity and sink headfirst to vanish without trace into the seas of oblivion.

All good technology should be used to piss off people's parents.

He couldn’t see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn’t. And there was never an apple, in Adam’s opinion, that wasn’t worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is

Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.

She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.