“Grab your gun, it's time to go to hell.”
“Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart”
“Bran grabbed her sleeve, forcing her to look at him. "What in the hell is goin' on with you?" "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with your goats? They're evil! And they're laughing at me! Look at their smug little goat faces! Go on. Look at them!”
“If you both own a gun and a swimming pool in your backyard, the swimming pool is about 100 times more likely to kill a child than the gun is.”
“Still deadly alive; going through the same hell; sensing soul desertion all time as well as that weakness in both your absence and presence.”
“Your Conclave can go to fucking hell!”