Things were about to change. If nothing changed, I wouldn't be writing this down because this is a book about the time when everything changed. And isn't that what every book is about? No, seriously, isn't it? I don't read books.

Woman, you got a mouth on you.""It's not 1955 any longer. Women swear as much as men.""I miss women who talk about women things.""You're changing the subject. Keep it up and I'll talk about my period. That's a woman thing.

When words come out of your mouth, do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?

He is a pimple on the cock of humanity

Where would he go?” Liam asked as he led them through the hallways, looking for a back exit. “You’re asking us to think like Ty?” Owen snorted. “I don’t think that’s possible; my brain isn’t powered by squirrels on treadmills.

Let's get rid of those fucking ghosts once and for all, Proph. We tried burying them, but that never works. So how about we just set them free?""And let them go into the light, Carol Anne?""And just like that, you're a goddamned bastard again." But Tom was smiling as he said it.

I don't know whether to punch you or kiss you.""A combination of both is usually the best," Prophet advised.

Lindworms are a sign of a healthy ecosystem,” I said, straightening. “Now let’s get out of here before the healthy ecosystem eats us.

Gabi glared. "If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?

Could you bite back your complaints? You're fucking with my run.""Your run is fucking with my ability to complain," Tom called back.