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“Welcome to Perdido beach, where our motto is: Radiation, what radiation?”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“We didn't Make this World we're just the Poor Fools who are living in it.”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“It couldn’t last. Everyone was just killing time. But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“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, Gone

“What do you think that fish is?' Sam asked Astrid.
She peered closely at the alleged fish. 'I think that's an example of Pesce inedibilis,' she said.
'Yeah?' Sam made a face. 'Do you think it's okay to eat?'
Astrid sighed theatrically. 'Pesce inedibilis? Inedible? Joke, duh. Try to keep up, Sam, I made that really easy for you.'
Sam smiled. 'You know, a real genius would have known I wouldn't get it. Ergo, you are not a real genius. Hah. That's right. I threw down an 'ergo.''
She gave him a pitying look. 'That's very impressive, Sam. Especially from a boy who has twenty-two different uses for the word 'dude.”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“Okay, look. I get it. You're one of those people who thinks they have to help screwed-up people. Or maybe you're attracted to dangerous, unbalanced people. But listen up: I'm not Edward and you're not Bella" - Lana”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“Hey, thanks for stopping by," Howard said. "I'd offer you some tea and cookies, but all we have is boiled mole and artichokes. Plus, we kind of have a dead girl in the living room.”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“Sam had a DVD in his hand. He said, "Yesterday I sent Edilio to the power plant to get two things. First, a cache of automatic weapons from the guardhouse.
"Machine guns?"
"Yeah. Not just for us to have, but to make sure the other side doesn't get them."
"Now we have an arms race," Astrid said.
Her tone seemed to irritate Sam. "You want me to leave them for Caine?"
"I wasn't criticizing, just... you know. Ninth graders with machine guns; it's hard to make that a happy story."
Sam relented. He even grinned. "Yeah. The phrase 'ninth graders with machine guns' isn't exactly followed by 'have a nice day'.”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“No you sick, stupid creep, I love you. I shouldn't. I shouldn't. You're sick inside, Caine, sick! But I love you.
- Diana”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“welcome to the FAYZ. Wherever, whenever or whyever that is”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“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 , Gone

“Say it. But..."
"But what?" he asked.
She whispered it, sounding too vulnerable. "But only if its the truth, Caine. Only. If."
"I love you," he said.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“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, Lies

“Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter's drop cloth.
She felt no pain.
She saw no light.
She heard, but barely.
Her heart was still and silent.
Yet she did not die.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“I came up with myself. FAYZ. Spelled F-A-Y-Z. It stands for Fallout Alley Youth Zone. Fallout Alley, and nothing but kids." Howard laughed his mean laugh. "Don't worry, Astrid, it's just a FAYZ. Get it? Just a FAYZ.”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“I am the gaiaphage.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“But there was one bully to rule them all, one bully to find them, one bully to bring them all and in the darkness pound them.”
― Michael Grant