I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough... But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.