“Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives.”
“I’d found boys were fairly simple creatures to figure out, at least on a primal level—on a mind, heart, and soul matter they were about as confounding to me as thermal dynamics—and since primal was just a nice term for raging hormones, I decided to use their overabundance of teenage boy ones to my advantage.”
“Stability,” insisted the Controller, “stability. The primal and the ultimate need. Stability. Hence all this.”
“Hey, controlling a zombie horde is hard work. I'd punch a nun for a cheeseburger right about now.”
“Orion to holly : im just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may i say young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction”
“Notice the difference between being in control and needing control.”