Centuries of perfectly-pitched heartbreak resound through Les' microphone as Stella and I embrace in a slow dance.

— Daven Anderson

Consider this a one-thousand horsepower divorce, sweetheart

— Daven Anderson

How come they get to be gray-haired and still in love with each other, while Lilly tears out what's left of my heart and dumps it into her Jill-The-Ripper shredder?

— Daven Anderson

I floor the gas pedal. The Sonora mic Commando V-8 growls like an angry tiger and leapfrogs us ahead of the traffic.

— Daven Anderson

If we adopted Jack," I quip, "we'd have to give him combat pay for an allowance

— Daven Anderson

I hate it when I go into a Snack Shack, and they're out of Blue Ice. The other plushie flavors taste like cheap candy.

— Daven Anderson

My turner My'For is with me forever as well. At least his head is.

— Daven Anderson

Remember, our kind protects you Normal from the Pure. We are the rope tied between man and super-beast. A rope forever dangling from the precipice. I tap Catania's shoulder and ask, "What's a precipice?" "A cliff's edge," she whispers. Precipice. Must be a French word.

— Daven Anderson

Since I can't turn into a bat and fly, I'll still need my bus pass

— Daven Anderson

We even commissioned a smaller pair of these statues for the baggage claim area in the regular lobby. Gives all those Normal conspiracy nuts something to talk about besides the Blue Mustang. They think our statues are the work of Masons or reptilian beings. Ha.

— Daven Anderson