California Bones Quotes

“Cowabunga," said Cassandra, impressed.
Daniel grinned. He liked impressing her.
"'All my being,'" Emma whispered, "'like him whom the Numidian seps did thaw into a dew with poison, is dissolved, sinking through its foundations.'
"That's from a poem," she said with some despair to the crew's stupefied expressions.
"Yeah, Shelley," said Moth. "It's just we don't usually do poetry during jobs.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Was having second thoughts part of the plan?” Moth said. “I don’t recall,” Jo said. “There were some shitting-in-our-pants parts of the plan, but not second thoughts.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“You’re being modest. I’m told you’re actually quite a talented cook.” “I know what most of the buttons on the microwave do. It’s been days since I burned popcorn.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Keep up with her, but don’t tip her with your driving.” “Dude, I’m in a pizza delivery boat. I could ram a pontoon bridge and nobody’d even blink.” “Do not ram a pontoon bridge,” he said.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Are you a cop?” “Do I look like a cop? I don’t even have a mustache.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Man, I've missed you," Moth purred, like the low note on a cello. "But you gotta fuck off.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“The La Brea Tar Pits were a place where the skin of the world broke open to reveal the magic underneath, and the life-sized plaster mammoth sculptures emphasized a very important message: Do not fuck with the tar.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“There are sources of power that don't rely on bones and mandalas. There is bureaucracy. There is administration. There is the idea of running things for no other reason than things need to be run. There is power fueled by sober responsibility. There is service.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Displays of power and terror annoyed him. He believed in competence, thoroughness, conscientiousness. People would do good work if you motivated them with reasonable reward. Read your reports, and not just the executive summaries. Do your damned job. Great civilizations might be born from guns, germs and magic, but it was bureaucracy that kept them going.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Tell them what I am Chao."
Chao sighed. "He's a badass osteomancer."
"That's right.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“The People's Gallery. You're hitting the People's Gallery. That's the Hierarch's gallery.
"I know."
"His personal collection."
"I am aware of this fact."
"You steal his shit, and he will flay you."
"I am comfortable with my choices," Daniel said. "And keep your voice down. How many guards."
"Four outside the entrance."
"And inside."
"Nobody gets inside. I thought you already knew the layout."
"Are you talking shit. Don't talk shit to me.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Of course he would not in any way voice agreement with Disney, but neither did he want to provoke the old mage's ire. It was said the Mouse had its own enemies list.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Aw, can't we have breakfast, at least?" Moth moaned as Daniel rushed them past Roscoe's House of Chicken N Waffles.
Cassandra made a face. "I fine the combination dubious."
"The waffles are substandard," Moth allowed, "but the chicken is delectable. They elevate each other."
Cassandra would not be convinced. "I don't believe chicken and waffles can have viable offspring.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Bryant lived in a two-story Malibu beach house elevated above the surf on pylons. A lot of celebrities insisted on living in this pretty part of town, and every few years their houses were swallowed by the sea or consumed by fires in the canyons, or swept down the hills in mudslides. They would come on television, looking stylishly disheveled, and proclaim how they weren't going to let misfortune break their spirits, and how they were going to rebuild, and Daniel would throw a shoe at the TV.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“Total waste of a kidney," he said.
"You'll grow an even better one," Daniel soothed.
They turned and walked away leaving the leeches behind.
"How're you feeling?"
"Enh," Moth said. "Hurts like a meanie, but I'm healing pretty good. New one should be ripe in a few hours."
"I meant the bullets."
Moth grinned like a maniac. "Little bullets," he said.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones

“The apothecary squinted. "Are you a cop?"
"Do I look like a cop? I don't even have a mustache.”
― Greg Van Eekhout, California Bones