Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.

It's an illusion, control," Naomi said. "You ought to understand that by now, young Claire. We are never in control of our destinies, even the strongest of us. All we can hope to do is not be too badly damaged by events.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

Shane: "Score," he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. "Who's your daddy?" - Black Dawn

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course." He didn't.