Quotes from Joe Schreiber

Whatever happens, I hope you get everything that you want out of life. You deserve it." "Well,"I said, turning away, "thanks." "I mean it, Perry. What happened tonight was not easy, but it had to be done. I could not have done it without you.

So there was no bomb?" "Apparently not." I turned and looked back at the house, amazed. Trust me.

The only thing that didn't seem to belong here was the hospital room itself. It would have been more appropriately suited to someone who was actually fighting for his life, or at least trying to get well. My eyes kept going back to the Post headline running in huge capital letters above the aerial photo of our house, or what had been our house, blasted to pieces and burned to the ground. Blown away.

And an extra loud shout-out to the Empire State Garrison, who came to Manhattan on a hot summer day to shoot Del Rey's Death Troopers trailer and didn't forget the blood … or the beer.

After what happened with Valerie "Santamaria" Statham, I had expected his stress level to go through the roof, but true to his habit of surprising everybody, he tendered his resignation and just walked away "to pursue other opportunities".

I watched the scar starting to form on my knee. No matter how tan I got, it stayed white. Gradually, the dreams stopped. By late July, when I still hadn't heard from Columbia, I assumed that I'd gone from the waitlist to the trash can. Didn't bother me as much as I'd expected. I was in at Uconn and Trinity. I'd started to wonder if that was what I really wanted after all.

It takes something special to realize that the preconceived choices and beliefs that you've always had aren't necessarily the best ones for you. It's not easy.

I was going into shock. The pain wasn't getting any better, and I thought that I would probably black out before I found out how this was going to end. Just as well—I was never particularly good at finishing things.

I put down the stack of pages and turned around to face him directly, just as he'd always taught me to do once I realized I was in for a fight.

I d-duh-don't know wh-why you even b-buh -bother b-buh-because in s-six y-yuh-years y-you're g-guh-going to be j-juh-just l-like—""Don't say that."Something inside me went cold. "I'm never going to be like him.

Come on then!" Lussk was laughing, jeering as the things charged at him. He'd stopped fighting them off and instead had allowed them full access to his wrists, which Rucker saw he'd slashed open with a dinner knife. Blood poured from his arms. "Come on and take me!" His voice became a scream.

You should not be afraid of a little blood," Gobi said. "Life is full of it.

I'm just saying—" He pointed the way that Han appeared to be favoring. "—this doesn't feel right." "Yeah, well, we're on a Star Destroyer, being chased by the living dead. None of this feels right.

She (Hestizo) nodded, and for the moment neither of them spoke. There were times when no amount of speech could convey the heart's grief, and silence was the most articulate response. After a time, she felt Bennis tentatively reaching for her hand -Hestizo Trace

I could already hear the music inside, the murmur of people, kids I'd gone to school with for the last twelve years, dressed up and pretending to be the adults we'd all eventually turn into, whether we wanted to or not.

Self-pity wrapped itself around him like a damp, familiar cloak.

Sartre said "Hell is other people," while Streisand sang "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.

Yet here I am, Zahara thought now, queen of her own miniature kingdom, after all, duchess of the empty bunks, and our lady of the perpetual stomachache. Involuntary lust-object of a hundred emotionally frustrated prison guards and deprived stormtroopers. Dispenser of medicine, charged with keeping the inmates of the Imperial Prison Barge Purge alive long enough to be permanently detained on some remote prison moon.

She wasn't invisible anymore. She'd stepped dead-bang into the spotlight, and she'd painted a big bull's-eye on her head.

It was impossible to tell what was going through her mind, but she seemed more weirdly here, alive and in her element, than she'd ever been while trudging the halls of Upper Thayer with her books under her arms, or sitting at our dining room table.

I would simply crush his windpipe so he could say no more offensive things to women.

It was the only reason I could fight those things off. It's because of how Scabrous used it in that experiment. I think it's inside their bodies somehow. I told it to grow. But …" Zo shook her head. "It's not there anymore. Now I can't get it to respond to me at all. It might be dead.

The faithless husband poisons his family at the roots.

My voice felt dead, even to me, like somebody talking in his sleep.