See? My plans don’t all suck. Just most of them.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!

People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

Screw that, the questionn at hand is what's your major?" Oded said. "Because let me tell you right now, any answer other than World of Warcraft or Advanced Ninja Studies will not be accepted.

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.

Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser