“Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. “Ladies? After you.”
“Rude,” Claire said.
“I was being polite!”
“Not when you have a flamethrower.”
“You can't go around... licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just... unsanitary.”
“News flash, lady. There are no queens anymore,” Shane said. He loaded shells in a shotgun and snapped it shut, then searched for a place to strap it on that didn’t interfere with the flamethrower. “No queens, no kings, no emperors. Not in America. Only CEOs. Same thing, but not so many crowns.”
“Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.”
“Her phone rang again. “What?” she snapped as she answered it.
Myrnin, of course. “Are you on your way?”
“No!”
“Claire, there are things to do.”
“Here, too,” she said. “And I’m staying here, believe me.”
Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, “Bob would be very disappointed in you.”
“Bob the spider?”
“He looks at you like a mother, you know. I’m surprised at your lack of work ethic. Think of the example you set for—”
She hung up on him and turned the phone on vibrate and relaxed in Shane’s arms.”
“That's very rude," Myrnin said. "I haven't brought my fangs our for some time. Not in mixed company, anyway.”
“Shane: "Bro," he said, in an injured tone, "I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren't there to see it."
Michael: "Pics or it didn't happen."
Shane: "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame."
- Black Dawn”
“Shane looked faintly injured. “I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.”
“Hannah: What's your plan?
Claire: Go get him
Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.”
“Claire watched as Shane hunted around and came up with a small crowbar, which he used to lever open the seals on the top of the barrel. The top was hinged in the middle, Claire realized, and he flipped that part over. "Score," he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. "Who's your daddy?"
Myrnin stared at him as if he'd gone completely mental. "Excuse me?"
"Figure of speech," Claire said hastily.”
“It’s like disco inferno up in here”
“The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.”
“Who's your daddy?'
Myrnin stared at him as if he'd gone completely mental. 'Excuse me?”
“It is a natural stronghold for them—they can infest this maze of iron and water like a horde of starving cockroaches, and they’ll be just as hard to anticipate and to kill in such close quarters.”
“Wow,” Shane said. “You really know how to drum up team spirit. Did you print up Team Total Fail jerseys, too?” Myrnin gave him an entirely crazy smile. “Would you be surprised if I had?”
“Is it crazy right now to say I love you?” She didn’t even pause. “Given that I just stabbed you? Seems a little weird, yeah.”
“Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, "Bob would be very disappointed in you.”
“She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters’ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.”
“He smiled, and it made his dimples come out. “I think I’m more Batman,” he said. “You know, what with all the bats and nighttime activities. And Batman is much cooler.” “Geek.” His smile widened. “You say the nicest things. Haven’t you heard? Geeks run the world now.” -BLACK DAWN”
“His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?"
"If you like."
"Oh," he said, "I like.”
“What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?”
“Shane: "Score," he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. "Who's your daddy?"
- Black Dawn”
“Moi?” He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. “You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way.”
“What was our daughter’s name? I should know that. But I didn’t. I didn’t.
Because she doesn’t exist. Wake up!
“Dad—” I looked back. Frank was gone. There was just the sidewalk, and a gray fog, and the rain, rain beating down on my face, beading up on my skin. “If I
wake up I’m going to lose them. I can lose everything but them. Dad—” I didn’t want this, but I didn’t want to let it go. I couldn’t. I started to walk back to the
house, to Claire, to the baby whose name I hadn’t decided yet, to a future without vampires where I was respected and important and my dad loved me and …
And I knew I couldn’t have that.
Because I’m Shane Collins, and I don’t get those things.
Because that isn’t how my world is.
WAKE UP!
I did.”
“As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.”
“I know, he said. We are into the Bad Idea neighborhood and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. (Shane)”
“It's an illusion, control," Naomi said. "You ought to understand that by now, young Claire. We are never in control of our destinies, even the strongest of us. All we can hope to do is not be too badly damaged by events.”
“Pics or it didn't happen."
"Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.”
“Eve: Shut up, we have zero time for you and your bullshit dramatics
Monica: Or what, you'll bleed on me, Emo Princess of Freakdomonia?
Claire: Fine. You come with us. If you get in my way, I'll kill you.”
“When giants fought, ants were crushed.”
“Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.”
“Other priests, he knew, found an intense pleasure in the raw, salty dialect of peasant conversation. They picked up pearls of wisdom and experience over a farmhouse table or a cup of wine in a workingman's kitchen. They talked with equal familiarity to the rough-tongued whores of Trastevere and the polished signori of Parioli. They enjoyed the ribald humor of the fish market as much as the wit of a Cardinal's dinner table. They were good priests too, and they did much good for their people, with a singular satisfaction to themselves.”
“Όταν σκέφτομαι τη βροχή, λύνω την απορία μου, γιατί δε θα υπήρχε μελωδία χωρίς τις στάλες αν τα σύννεφα δεν κρατούσαν κάθε χρόνο την υπόσχεσή τους να ξεσπάσουν, και θυμάμαι την Έλι που έλεγε ότι οι πλημμύρες δείχνουν πως το φεγγάρι και η θάλασσα κρατούν τις υποσχέσεις τους κι αυτό είν' όλο. Μια υπόσχεση είναι κάτι που δε μετριέται, σημαίνει εμπιστοσύνη, και δε γίνεται να μιλάω για τη βροχή, τη θάλασσα και το φεγγάρι, αλλά γίνεται να ρωτήσω γιατί οι άνθρωποι τηρούν τις υποσχέσεις τους και ίσως τελικά η απάντηση σ' αυτό να είναι η αγάπη.”
“Better by far the destiny of plant or stone, bereft of knowledge and consciousness, but blessed at least with purity and peace of mind!”
“I hadn't known my dad could get so competitive over an auction. It was
probably a good thing he hadn't yet discovered eBay.”
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