Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

In an insane world, sanity made very little sense. No one expected me to live, and therefore, I did. Always.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

What was your name again?""Still Eve.""No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

Could you maybe not admire the evil enemy quite as much, and focus on how we're going to get out of this?

People bond themselves into families and groups for protection, and strangers...strangers are always at risk.

Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much." "Dick. That's not what you said last night.""Bite me.

Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?''Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall."Love you, too, jackass!

He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

In real life, you don't get a reset, and you don't get extra lives, and I got the crap pounded out of me.

I had a good teacher.""Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass.""I mean you, dummy.

Shred all that, then take the pieces to the incinerator at the end of the hall for burning. I like to be thorough.