Цитаты из книги Pocket Apocalypse

I have never seen any place on Earth as beautiful, improbable, and beautifully ridiculous as Australia. Whatever god or devil first conceived of the place deserves some sort of award, and possibly a smack in the head.

"See, this is the trouble with a relationship founded on lies," she said. "Eventually, we stop believing each other."

"It`s not going to happen," I said. "We`re not going to let that happen."
"Are you lying to me?" The question was mildly asked, and there was no blame behind it: she clearly understood the impulse. She just wanted to know.
"I hope not," I said, and put my arms around her, as much as the airline seats allowed. "I really do."

You know it`s going to be a bad scene when your most fervent hope is that your opponents devolve into a mindless, primal killing-machine state as quickly as possible.

Grandma Alice is still looking for him, and continues to insist that he`s not dead, even though it`s been more than sixty years. Hope springs eternal, I guess, and is rarely questioned when it`s harbored by a woman whose idea of "Hello" sometimes involves frag grenades.

Airplanes: essentially buses that fly, and hence have the potential to drop out of the sky at any moment, spreading your insides -- which will no doubt become your outsides sometime during the collision -- across whatever you happen to have been flying over. Since we were flying mostly over ocean, I was sure the sharks would appreciate our sacrifice.

The best thing you can ever do for the people who love you is to make it home alive.

Empathy is a beautiful thing. It`s also a luxury. When your back is against the wall, remember that survival comes before sympathy, and if you can only save one person, you have to save yourself.

If you can`t beat them, recruit them.

Most people would very much like to believe that humans invented the ambush. It makes them feel like we`re special. Smart. Try telling that to the trapdoor spider, to the octopus, or to the wolf. They`ll be delighted to thear how special you are, as they`re draining the marrow from your bones.

Family matters more than anything else in this world. Family doesn`t have to love you. Family doesn`t even have to like you. But when you need them, family has to have your back.

There is evil in the world. Things might be easier if there wasn`t, if good and evil were just concepts men invented to justify themselves; we could ignore them, then. Sadly, good and evil are both very real, and very inconvenient.

"He`s my daddy, Alex. He`s not supposed to get ripped up by werewolves right in front of me. That`s not... this isn`t how any of this was supposed to happen. Why is everything happening like this?"
"I don`t know," I said quietly. "I think sometimes the world doesn`t really care about how we feel. It just keeps on turning, and we`re expected to do whatever we have to in order to keep up."

Ah, traitors. Like taxes, politics, and discussions of the weather, they remain an unavoidable, unwanted part of the human condition.

I didn`t know whether having the majoirty of its internal organs removed would be enough to kill a leaping werewolf, but I was damn sure that it would slow the bastard down.

A life that is lived carefully, calmly, with thorough preparation and sufficient resources, is likely to be healthy, long, and incredibly boring. Fortunately, I have never been in danger of living that particular life.

That probably wasn`t the smartest thing you`ve ever done. Points for style, I guess. Points off for being too stupid to live.

We can plan and plan, we can scheme and scheme, but in the end, a single second has the power to change everything.