“I'd never heard any noise quite so welcome as the click that a shotgun made when it wasn't killing me.”
“A scream hurled up my throat, but I never heard it. I'd slipped into a welcoming darkness.”
“When did I say I'd never leave?" "In your sleep, it was the most comforting thing I'd heard in so long.”
“Somewhere at the back of my head I heard a click, tiny and irrevocable. Memory magnifies it to a wrenching, echoing crack, but the truth is that it was the very smallness that made it so terrible.”
“Then I heard a noise I’d never heard in real life before. The kind of noise you hear in movies when horse’s hooves are beating on cobblestones or the members of Monty Python were cracking together coconuts.”
“Man, I so sick of dinosaurs. They wasn't extinct, I'd go out an' kill 'em myself.”