Zoe Hange Quotes

Bianca, camp is cool! It's got a pegasus stable and a sword-fighting arena and… I mean, what do you get by joining the Hunters?" To begin with," Zoe said, "immortality." I stared at her, then at Artemis. "She's kidding, right?" Zoe rarely kids about anything," Artemis said. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal… unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath." What oath?" I said. To foreswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally." Like you?" The goddess nodded. I tried to imagine what she was saying. Being immortal. Hanging out with only middle-school girls forever. I couldn't get my mind around it.

Wine?" said Zoe. "At two in the afternoon?" "I've decided to become an alcoholic. Just for the duration of my middle years." She filled a glass and rested it on the edge of the washbasin. "That's yours.

Normal people don’t want me to honestly answer the question “What’s up?” Not many people are equipped to handle answers like “A fanatical juice salesman who thinks his semen is literally magic spent thousands of dollars to hire a private investigator to hang outside my old apartment and dig through my trash because he thinks he might find something to get me arrested.” And it remains incredible that that statement isn’t hyperbole.

One of the best things you can do in life is to surround yourself with people who are better than you are. High-grade people. You will end up behaving more like them, and they, in turn, will get it back from you. It’s like a planetary system. If you hang around with people who behave worse than you, pretty soon you’ll start being pulled in that direction. That’s just the way it seems to work. Who you choose to associate with matters.

...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.

It was only a few moments more before they sighted the chopper hanging steadily in the air above a local patrol car, whose two occupants had apparently gotten out and tackled the convict to the ground. He lay in the sand, newly disturbed and shifting around him, and swore.

Trophy wives, to be paraded at social events like dolls, hanging on their husbands’ arms as if they were another medal. The force liked married men, even in these days of equal opportunities. Having a stable home life helped a man like David to rise up the ranks.

The Crimson Moon ritual is coming, and with it, the whispers of sacrifice hang over the village like an impending storm.

Out the window, a CIA paddy wagon was parked in front of the diner. Ashley Sparks was being loaded inside, her hands cuffed behind her back. She had regained consciousness and was screaming at everyone. I thought I could make out the words “I stuck the landing.” Zoe, Chip, Jawa, and Warren sat in a corner booth, away from the action. To my surprise, Nefarious was with them. He was cuffed as well, but he looked far happier than Ashley. He wasn’t an outcast anymore; he was the center of attention. He was talking animatedly—spilling his guts about SPYDER, perhaps—and my friends were hanging on his every word, fascinated. There was no sign of Murray Hill. He had apparently escaped. And Joshua Hallal certainly wasn’t there. He’d probably been in another country when the missiles fired. Along with the rest of the higher-ups at SPYDER. I was too tired to feel frustrated about this. Instead, I felt proud of myself. Maybe the bad guys had escaped to fight another day, but for the time being, I’d helped thwart their plans once again. My first undercover mission had been a success. Suddenly, Erica’s hand tensed in mine. I looked over at her. She was awake now. Or at least, kind of awake. Her eyelids still drooped and she seemed a bit zoned out. “Hey,” she said. She sounded oddly far away, even though she was only a few inches from me. It was probably due to my ears still recovering from the blast. “Hey,” I replied. “How are you feeling?” “Excellent. But that’s probably because they’ve given us painkillers.” It occurred to me that this was probably why I felt so calm myself. “Thanks for saving me,” Erica said. It was the type of comment she never would have made unless she was doped up on medication. “I owe you one.” “How about this,” I suggested. “Next time you decide to bring me on a mission, you tell me about it first?” “It’s a deal.” Erica’s eyes began to slide shut again. “In fact, next mission, I’ll ask them to make us equal partners.” “Really?” I asked. “You’d do that for me?” “Of course. That’s what friends are for.” Erica gave me a dreamy smile, then dozed off again. I wondered if she’d ever remember saying that. But for the time being, I was too tired to care. Even with all the chaos around me, I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep as well, Erica’s hand still firmly clenched in mine.