David Estes Quotes

Don't kill the humans, the zombies, the guys in the dark cloaks or the girls that glow like the sun. Oh, or the crazy old woman with the fingernails growing out of her head.
Rhett

My nose!" he screams, blood gushing between his fingers. "She broke my freakin' nose!"
A rush of pride courses through me. That's my girlfriend.

Traaaiiinnn," Roc repeats slowly, sounding out the word for me like I'm stupid. "T-R-A-I-N. Spell it with me, Tristan.

There are only so many moments in one's life, and then it's over. And I'm determined to make the most of every moment from here on out.

Happy moments are like stars. They appear so close you think you can touch them, but really they're fleeting and a million miles away. Enjoy them from afar and don't come to expect them. In your life there will be more cloudy nights than clear ones.

I haven't done anything, except be born.

When I'm sixteen and reach the midpoint of my life, I'll have my first child. Not 'cause I want to, or 'cause I made a silly decision with a strapping young boy after sneaking a few sips of my father's fire juice, but 'cause I must. It's the Law of my people, the Heaters; a Law that's kept us alive and thriving for many years. A Law I fear.

It's like she was metal and I was a magnet, Roc. But at the same time it felt like someone had shoved an electric wire into my skin and was frying me from the inside. It hurt like hell. No, worse than hell, Roc. And yet, somehow across the distance, through the fence, over the mob of people, I felt a pull to her, even though I knew it would hurt me to be closer to her. I probably would have just let it go, chalked it up to male hormones, but then when she acted so strong, pushed that guy ... I don't know, since then I can't get her out of my mind.

All I know is that my life feels like a giant April Fool's Joke most of the time. Either that or a mysterious box that has something different in it every time you open it.

He wondered what his heart would look like if he could pluck it from his chest and inspect it.

Tristan grabs my chin and pulls it toward him and then we're ripping off our masks and kissing, his lips so soft and yet moving fiercely against mine. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, lace my fingers through his hair, breathe him in, kiss him back. My heart blossoms.

My dad used to say the definition of stupidity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Or maybe that was the definition of crazy.

This isn't about redemption ... This is about family.

How do you know they're all evil and deserve to die? Who made you judge, jury and executioner?

If you'd have told me two weeks ago that one day I'd be part of a not-so-merry band of Necros seeking to exterminate a couple of other magic-born gangs, I'd have given you directions to the strait-jacket factory.

Minda says, "Yeah. Just do what Janice does and you'll be fine."
"You want us to all wear tiger-striped dresses?" Harrison asks.
"Sure. So long as you laser your legs first," Minda says.

But - " I start to say. "It never helps to start a sentence from behind," Katherine says, trying to add some lightness to the conversation.

Be brave, truthful, and unselfish, and always strive to make the right choices, for you and for your loved ones. That's all it means to be real, child, no matter who you are or what situation you are in. Do those things, and you'll be as real as anyone.

There are some things more important than your own life. Like friendship, and love, and trust, and goodness.

Eventually, Simon shifts his position, grunting lightly, and then says, "Nice makeover."
"Are you hitting on me?" Harrison jokes.
"All I want is to be your frienemy," Simon jokes back.
"I'm not ready for commitment," Harrison says. "Too young for that.

He hugs me and I'm home.
He kisses me and I'm never alone.

Words can split logs and start fires and break stones, but they can also hug you and warm you and fight the wars you don't have the strength to fight.

My brain is telling me to stop staring at him, but for some reason I can't. It's almost ... instinct ... to keep on looking at him.

I find that the less emotion I put into life, the less the past seems to hurt.

Words have power, for better or worse.
Like the smell of fresh rain on cut grass,
Or the stench of a decaying corpse,
Like the soft comfort of a warm blanket on your shoulders,
Or the agony of a dagger splitting your chest in two.
Use them wisely.

You'll learn far more by listening than you ever will by speaking.

The beauty of physical pain is that it wipes out the other forms of pain.

The old woman is talking to herself. In between speaking to us, she's saying things like, A finger for breakfast, a hand for lunch, an ear for dinner, munch, munch, munch!

They can never hope to fight for equality if the very weapons they have to fight are not equal.

Is he seriously joking with me? The master of the dark art of raising the dead has become a standup comedian? Surely this is the end of the world.

Sometimes it's best to hide in plain sight.

Ignorance is the worst plague of all, a form of blindness that destroys the hearts of the people who hide behind it.

Humans are a special breed with the rare ability to find laughter in darkness, horror in the light, hope amidst turmoil, and fear in times of peace. We are the contrarians, the restless ones, the pessimistic optimists, those who surprise ourselves with our own bravery when really we should expect it from each other. Our standards are so low and high at the same time that we manage to feel satisfied and dissatisfied in the same breath. And that, I realize, is what makes us worth saving. We may be far from perfect - and by far I mean the distance from one galaxy to the next - but that's what makes life interesting. The good is only good because of the bad, and happiness all the sweeter because of the pain. We are brave; we are strong; we are despicable; we are scum; we are kind; we are mean;
We are human.

I wonder what I'm really doing out here with a magic dog, a trigger-happy girl and her mute sister, and a trail of dead witches in my wake.

Pain is the great equalizer, the cure to mental anguish, the antidote for a hopeful heart.

I don't think kids should be judged by what their stupid parents do.

If they ever create an award for best conversationalist, let me know and I'll apply. Until then, have a sip from my bottle of I-Don't-Give-A-Crap and keep on walking.
Laney

As they say, with great power comes great responsibility."
"Are you screwin' with me, man?" Taylor asked bluntly.