I grinned, revealing the gap where my left incisor had been prior to a nasty encounter with a man who thought that running a zombie dog fighting ring would be a great way to spend his twilight years....
I just don’t understand why anyone would want to get their caffeine in a less-efficient form.
There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.
Seriously, that woman is so much crazy crammed into a small space that she's practically a crazy singularity.
The truth may set you free. It won't fill your fuel tank.
Fuck this. Let's just blow some shit up.
It's better to go out with a bang and a press release than with a whimper and a secret.
She really talks to you, doesn't she?" She asked. "it's not just you talking to her. She talks BACK.""hel, half the time she starts it." I said, half-defensively. "I know it's weird.""Well, yes, it's...
You can't win. Logic has no power over her when her territory has been invaded by heathens.
People blame science. Shit, man, people shouldn’t blame science. People should blame people.
When the corruption seems to go all the way to the end of the world, the only good approach is through the front door with a gun in each hand.
Speak English at this table or I will fire you so fast you'll wind up standing at the airport wondering how you got from here to there without any goddamn pants on.
We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.
Everything is 'just a story'. Tragedy, comedy, end of the world, what ever it's just a story. What matters is making sure it's heard.
I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.
My mother once told me that no woman is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.
One man's gospel truth is another man's blasphemous lie. The dangerous thing about people is the way we'll try to kill anyone whose truth doesn't agree with ours.
Do I believe in God? That somebody made all this happen for a reason, that there’s something waiting for us after we die? That there’s a purpose to all this crap? I don’t know. I’d like to be able to...
...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.
Hire new field systems maintainer" was near the top of my to-do list, right under "uncover massive political conspiracy," "avenge Buffy's death," and "don't die.
