Quotes from Chelsea Cain

Derek cleared his throat. "Right. Sorry." He

Sin is rarely without complication

He had talked to hundreds of witnesses. And he knew that if someone felt pressured, they would try too hard, and their imagination would fill what their memory couldn't recover.

Gretchen Lowell was beautiful in a very grown-up way, in a sophisticated, confident way. It was more than beauty; it was the power of beauty. She radiated it.

Josie, like Gretchen, isn't afraid of blood. What woman would be?

JAMES STILL HADN'T RETURNED Kick's texts, which meant he was deep into programming or, more likely, playing Skyrim. Kick knew he wouldn't deal well with this

Because it turns out you don't need a Y-chromosome to be a super hero... you just need balls.

No more sexism. No more racism. Female heroes are just as celebrated as their male counterparts are. We won the war, ladies! Ha! Just kidding. It still sucks.

How can we have meaningful dialogue with adolescent girls when we live in a culture that still can't talk about tampons?

You're supposed to be cooperating." "I am cooperating." "Wear the hat." "I'm not wearing the hat.

I don't know how to put them down." "I know. That's why we're waiting for the sun to come out." "Are you on Instagram?" "No.

When I was a kid, I did everything I could to get super-powers. Why? I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be Captain America. Sometimes I fall short.

Suggestion: when you find an intruder, it might be a good idea to raise the alarm.

I'm an organ donor. I filled out the paperwork years ago. Though it's not legally binding, it states my wishes. And the decision still comes down to next of kin. You're my next of kin, Clint. Can I count on you?" "To make sure your organs get donated after we drown?" "No. To make sure they don't." "Bobbi, where's the second tank?" "Do you trust me?" "Not at all.

I had to know... how strong the virus was. How much it wanted to live.

Ahoy, to the Phantom Rider, Lincoln Slade! He will not be speaking at the Nerd Cruise banquet. Mr. Slade is here for personal reasons (murder, stalking).

I am a special snowflake. Just like all the other special snowflakes. Does it ever seem like there are more super heroes than there used to be?

The worst thing about zombies? The stains. Cadaver juice. It's the mother of all bodily fluids. It takes sodium hypochlorite bleach to get out of nylons. The number of pantyhose I went through in the nineties could fill the Baxter building.

I'm tired and I have ocean hair. So listen up, all of you. You've been hauling me in here for months. Using my blood for experiments without my consent, and violating every word of the Patient's Rights Act. Now, let's cut the crap. I need answers.

Have you ever considered using your medical degree for good?" "I have a lot of student loans.

You know what hurts...? ...That you think you can actually win me back with this @#$$$**, you anachronistic piece of #$$*. Now take your hand off my ass.

I'm a happy person. Despite what all those marriage counselors said. In fact, I'm happy right now. Or maybe that's just a pre-battle adrenaline rush. I'm always getting those confused.

Pee in a cup, Bobbi. Give us your blood, Bobbi. Whoops, we reanimated the dead, Bobbi. Find the antiviral, Bobbi. Clean up our mess, Bobbi. Blah blah blah. Blah. Blah.

and Mr. Klugman went to the store every day and