“You want to know a secret?""Always.""My real name is Dave.""I see.""This doesn't seem to amuse you.""I met Jeremy the troll a few nights ago.""Seriously?""Seriously. Also known as the Mighty Raaaarrggh! Although...I can sorta see why you changed the name. 'Dave' isn't knwon for its mysterious, mystic sexiness.”

“We should have a name for them, Anna said.The Sick, or the Infected? Something. Something to differentiate them from the real people we see - I mean, the normal survivors like us.The Thirsty? Dave suggested.The Thirsty? Anna said sarcastically. Like, look out Dave - there's a Thirsty behind you?The Arseholes, Mini said. The Scary Arseholes.That works, I said with a grin. Look out Dave, there's an arsehole behind you!”

“Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.”

“I call masturbating “Gregging,” named not after a man named Greg, but a guy named Dave.”

“Cecil reached for Dave, but Dave stepped back. "Dave, why are you doing this? You're not getting paid. Lovejoy called you off the case. You want the truth? You're compulsive. You can't leave it alone. You're like Adam Streeter, you know that? You live for danger." "I live for justice," Dave said."Justice is a dream," Cecil scoffed, "a romantic ideal. Who the fuck gets justice in this life?(...)”

“I can’t change any of this. ‘No. But you’re giving up. I can see it happening.’ I’m temporarily retreating, Dave. Don’t worry. I’ll find my sea legs again.”