That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.

So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?' -- Tally to Peris

Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment." Work?" Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

Money's the same, whoever gives it to you. That was the point of money, after all: crisp and clean or wrinkled or disintegrated into quarters - a dollar was always worth a hundred cents.