Rambo was a Green Beret," Hannah said. "Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

When giants fought, ants were crushed.

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said.

If you ask me if I’m imagining it again, I’m going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking.” Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. “He doesn’t sound crazy.” “Er,” she clarified, “crazier. He sounds like he’s back to normal, which is baseline crazy.