Quote

It's not about who's got powers, morons. It's about who's not afraid. And who's going to do what has to be done.

Michael Grant

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Michael Grant
Morons
Moron
Powers
Afraid
Done
Going

More quotes by Michael Grant

Image
San: You all right? Virt: I think i crapped myself a little Sam: Just a little? you've got nerves of steel.
Michael Grant
Image
The point is,” Caine continued, “you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.” Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. “Three minutes,” Caine said, moving closer. “You go first. And then me.” “No,” Sam said. “It can’t be.” “It can,” Caine said. “It is. And you are… brother.
Michael Grant
Image
She was scared. Scared of dying.
Michael Grant
Image
but I know you're the brightest shooting star in the sky - Astrid
Michael Grant
Image
Sam’s probably out there somewhere being his usual heroic self,” Caine said. “I can’t let that boy save the world all alone. I’d never live it down.
Michael Grant
Image
You'll never have complete control, Caine. This world is changing all the time. Animals. People. Who knows what's next? We didn't' make this world, we're just the poor fools who are living in it.
Michael Grant
Image
You're staring, Lana said. Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.
Michael Grant
Image
Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.
Michael Grant
Image
There's a plan B? Jack asked. You're another, Edilio snapped. You're not going to tell me again that you won't fight, because I swear to God I'll shoot you myself.
Michael Grant
Image
Sam was slow getting up. To Quinn he looked like an old man standing up after slipping on the ice. But he looked up at Quinn and performed a sort of salute. I owe you, Quinn. I'm sorry I didn't get him, Quinn answered. Sam shook his head. Man, don't ever be sorry you don't want to kill someone.
Michael Grant
Image
Sam, that's a great concept. And maybe you believe it. But I'm black and I'm a lesbian, so let me tell you: From what I know? Personal experience? There are always lines.
Michael Grant
Image
She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldn’t die
Michael Grant
Image
The warrior who had gone out from the lake to save his people by slaying the evil one was now just a boy sitting in the dirt with his fingers in a mane of blond hair. He stared at nothing. Expected nothing. Planned nothing. Just sat.
Michael Grant
Image
No. I believe in free will. I think we make our own decisions and carry out our own actions. And our actions have consequences. The world is what we make it. But I think sometime we can ask God to help us and He will. Sometime I think He looks down and say, 'Wow, look what those idiots are up to now. I guess I better help them along a little'.
Michael Grant
Image
No, Lana said, I'm not going to heal your scratch. Good, Sanjit said. Good? Why good? Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.
Michael Grant
Image
Quinn sat back down. He leaned forward, elbows on knees. Man, don't you remember taking tests in school? Multiple choice: A, B, C, D, or E, all of the above. Yeah? Dude, sometimes the answer is 'all of the above.' This places needs you. And it needs Astrid. And it needs Sam. It's all of the above, Albert.
Michael Grant
Image
That's your solution? Have a cookie?' Astrid asked. 'No, my solution is to run down to the beach and hide out until this is all over,' Sam said. 'But a cookie never hurts.
Michael Grant
Image
Welcome to Perdido beach, where our motto is: Radiation, what radiation?
Michael Grant
Image
Then what happens? Diana demanded “Then were hit with massive doeses of radiation. It’s invisible, but its like someone is shooting tiny bullets at you. They blow millions of tiny holes through your body. You get sick. Your hair falls out. You vomit. You die
Michael Grant
Image
He wanted to go running home to Mommy, what can I say? Of course, it's hard for me to believe that anyone would choose to step out of the FAYZ. I mean, where else do you get to eat rats, use your backyard for a toilet, and live in fear for nineteen different kinds of scary? -Howard
Michael Grant