S.J. Kincaid > Quotes

“He likes her."

"Yuri, no!" Vik said.

Yuri turned redder, confirming it.

"Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried.

Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts."

"Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!"

"I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!"

"It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said.

"Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground.

Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted.

"That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“It’s terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!"

Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time!”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other.
Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out.

"Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform."

"There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat.

"What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine."

"You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude."

Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?"

Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before."

"Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing."

"That's not what I said! ”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me."

"You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“Die slowly, Tom.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere."
"Close. I was with Blackburn.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?"

Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time."

Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function?”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Vortex

“Everyone believed Diabolics were fearless, but in my earliest years, all I knew was fear.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“The Emperor wishes me to send my innocent little lamb to the slaughter. No. Instead, I'll send him my anaconda.”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to say.

"How's it going?”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“You’ve downloaded this information,” Cromwell said briskly, “so let’s make sure you understand it. We’ve been examining the evolution of combat, weaponry, and tactics. History has shown one simple fact: people are people. Period. All the technology and progress in the world can’t change the fundamentals of human nature. There will always be war as long as human beings are capable of envy, hatred, and fear.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“And he'd definitely never expected to ever have to tell someone, "All right, no killing and eating me, okay? I'm ready to go.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Oh, and I died horribly at your hands. Gruesome murder is always a foundation for a beautiful friendship!”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he’d found something permanent—everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“But then, I’ve always believed love is the most volatile substance in the universe. It erupts, it incinerates, and then it simply flames out. . . .”
― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic

“I know this is asking a lot, but try to stop humiliating yourselves.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia

“Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see."

"I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in."

"I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get nestlike. You don't care when your hair gets nestlike, Tom. You can't possibly.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Vortex

“That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know."

"Sir," Blackburn corrected.

"You outrank me. You shouldn't call me 'sir.'"

"Raines, you'll address me as 'sir' or I will stick you back down in that cell next to the census device until 'sir' is the only word you remember."

Tom bristled. He'd never hated someone so much. "Sir, yes, sir. I'll use 'sir,' sir. Is that all, sir?"

"Oh, I'd say that's all. Get into the simulation with the others." Blackburn jabbed at his forearm keyboard. "It irritates me just looking at you."

Back at you, Tom thought.”
― S.J. Kincaid, Vortex