My father was a drill sergeant, and I've always had that mentality drilled into me of 'you've got to do better, you've got to do better.' I just try to listen to the characters. That's what works for me.

Let’s at least hope it’s not a gallu. Why? They’re not all bad, in a smelly, need-to-be-killed kind of way.

You know, I really hate Romans, but I have to say their descendants make one fine automobile. (Kyrian)

Guess we're going north," Dev said slowly. "Everyone, follow Lassie.Timmy's in the well.

Why would you train an instrument of destruction? (Jericho) We all choose our destinies. Our birth doesn’t dictate our future unless we allow it. (Acheron)

She’s been hanging out with Nick.” – Acheron “Nick? As in I-hate-your-guts-Ash-go-die Nick?” – Tory

Dazed, Nick nodded, then looked to Caleb. “I’m such an effing idiot.” “We knew that,” he said drily. “We definitely didn’t have to throw you into a coma for that little-known nugget.