Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

I'm not the one going for a biology degree. I'm just a philosophy major who eats people.

Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain.

You'd think that in a fight, NOT MOVING would be a bad habit!

The world rests upon a turtle, which itself stands on the back of an elephant!” Alek tried not to laugh. “Then what does the elephant stand on, madam?” “Don’t try to be clever, young man.” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s elephants all the way down!

It's not the way Zane looks, David," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "It's because he makes me bubbly, and because we took a lot of risks together. It could just as easily be me lying there, and he would stay with me if it was." "It's just programming!" "No. It's because I love him.

The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.