“Okay, so let's run faster.”

“You will leave now," said Grdankl the Strong. "Go! Do not be afraid! If you die, it is okay!”

“Being a fiction writer is really like being an actor, because if you're going to write convincingly it has to sound right and play right. The only way that works is to emotionally and technically act out and see the scene you're in.There's no better job in the world, because when I sit down at that computer I'm the world's best forensics expert, if that's what I'm writing about that day. Or I'm some crazed psycho running down a dark alley.Or I'm a gorgeous woman looking to find a man that night. Whatever! But I'm all of those things, every day. How can you beat that?”

“So planning something big.""If this is the work of the Overtakers, we've never seen anything like it.""It is," a voice said behind them. Maybeck slipped in alongside of them."You about scared the pee out of me!" Charlene complained.”

“The boys had asked why, if it acted slowly, was it called quicksand. The Mollusks had replied that, as far as they were concerned, most English names for things were silly. The word that they used for quicksand was a deep grunt that translated roughly to "uh-oh.”

“MEN, Charlene said.Leave that to you! Willa quipped.”

“Wayne was one of the worst drivers Finn had ever met. The bus nearly sideswiped two cars, then veered left and scraped its wheels against the curb, before smashing back down the roadway.”