Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn’t a compliment. “I will rend your limbs from their sockets!” he shouted. “I will—” “Die?” Carter suggested.

I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.

Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.

I said hello to the poodle.

All I could think to say was, "The Lakers are my home team!

I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.

You know how teachers tell you the magic word is 'please'? That's not true. The magic word is 'puke'. It will get you out of class faster than anything else.