“[Veda:] 'The media presence and inability of people to keep anything to themselves anymore is working for *us*. He can’t cover his tracks as well as he used to.' 'No, I guess he can’t,' Dax said. 'Maybe we can do something with that.' 'Like what? Tell people to tweet us if they see a demon?' Ted said.”

“Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?”

“Do you know what the wind tastes like? […] Mysterious spices […] that tell us about people and events far away. That we can’t see. But that we can sense if we draw the wind deep into our mouths and then eat it.”

“The older I get, the more I realize that what other people think about me has little to do with who I am. … We can’t change other people, and we can’t force them to see us the way we would like to be seen.”

“We’ll be back!” he snarled.It was really Ari’s voice.Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to,” said Fang”

“Who asked them dern pigs?” he said. “I guess they tracked us,” Augustus said. “They’re enterprising pigs.”