“The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.”

“Also … the plan sounded exactly like the sneaky, twisted, ridiculously annoying and noble sort of thing Leo Valdez would do.”

“My father is so expressive that things he feels even before they are thoughts are visible on his skin. He heats up. What other people work on, he was born with. He's got eyes like the sky and like hell at the same time. They're so clear and blue and alert and serious, and then they're like hell. That's how he is. He is total light and pureness and then hell. He gives totally or he gives nothing. He is like the sun, then an iceberg, then nonexistent, and then the sun again. Which is fine. It's a lot better than most people are.”

“Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else”

“If you never go out on that limb, you're missing a hell of a view.”

“A hobby is the result of a distorted view of things. It is putting a planet in the place of a sun.”

“This myth filter was necessary. The ship logs could not tell it rightly nor could any flatfooted prose. And the deeds were too bright to be viewed direct. They could only be sung by a bard gone blind from viewing suns that were suns.”

“The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L. A.”

“I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell. the hell of
myself.”

“I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.”