Nightlie

“That's usually how they start, the young ones. Meaningless waffle.”
― Jonathan Stroud

“A dozen more questions occurred to me. Not to mention twenty-two possible solutions to each one, sixteen resulting hypotheses and counter-theorems, eight abstract speculations, a quadrilateral equation, two axioms, and a limerick. That's raw intelligence for you.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Ptolemy's Gate

“But I do get afraid. It's just that fear makes me sort of . . . angry and resentful, and I bite back at it. It's hard to describe."

It isn't hard to describe, you idiot," Aud said. "It's called courage.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Heroes of the Valley

“Ah, dude," Paul said. "What if they beam around like in Star Trek?"
Sofia snorted. "I'll be sure to ask Dark Gator if I see him."
Paul burst out laughing; Tick held hid laugh in pressing his mouth closed.
What?" Sofia asked.
What did you call him?" Paul asked.
Dark Gator."
Man, oh, man, you are too good to be true Miss Italy, too good to be true." Still chuckling, he walked towards all the people. "I think I see a restaurant up there. Let's check it out.
Sofia looked at Tick, her eyebrows raised.
It's Darth Vader," he whispered. "And he's from Star Wars, not Star Trek.”
― James Dashner, The Hunt for Dark Infinity