Author has written 5 stories for One Piece, Doctor Who, Shingeki no Kyojin/進撃の巨人, and Spider-Man.
"Because...you need our help. We're your muses. We don't give you inspiration...we just help you discover it. We don't write the words, we just help you find them. We don't create the stories...that's you. We just help...that's what we muses do..."
"DIG IN! LIKE IT'S GONNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE! NOTHING WILL PROTECT YOU FROM ME! NOT MEN, NOT WEAPONS, NOT ARMOR! TAGGART! YOU SUICIDAL MORON!"
"How do you catch the attention of an officer? You start killing all of his men."
"Red Crown be advised--I'm not in fucking Blackwatch."
"I gave you the "Mercer Virus." That's what they call it, right? The same virus two years in a row. And the same Blackwatch here to save New York...wake up, Heller. This is no viral outbreak. This is a bioweapons test. Designed by Gentek--controlled by Blackwatch--blamed on me. This peon here is going to you. James Heller, meet Blackwatch Lieutenent Mark Simon...Yes. Let it happen. Let it come to you. Let the truth sink in."
"I've heard you talking. I've seen your weird virus shit. But I haven't seen nothing that'll make me believe you over them."
"No? They cut you, Heller. They put you in a cage with fifty starving infected, and then they tried to burn you alive. I didn't release the virus. And I didn't kill your wife and kid."
"Koenig...I'm gonna gut you like a fuckin trout."
"Save your breath Koenig. You'll need it for screaming."
"It's not often that I'm this disappointed in someone, Sergeant Heller. You've disrupted my plans, wasted all that Whitelight. Now everything I planned for you--everything I've given you--you're not even capable of appreciating it. Such a waste. Goodbye, Heller."
"You can't kill me. You can't kill me, motherfucker. Alright then, let's see if that goes both ways."
"It would've been quick. But now...I'm gonna make you suffer."
"You're gonna tell me--either on your own or after I skull fuck you and drain your memories out the hole."
"Huh. Scary. You just don't get it do you? I gave you everything. And this is how you come to me. Can't you understand what I'm doing? Humanity is stagnant. Dying. I would give it one body. One mind. Think about it--no more conflict. No more disease. No more suffering. Don't you see? I'm giving it a second chance."
"Enough of your fucking weird, fucking rambling, shit! Give me my daughter!"
"No...no, I don't think so. It's time you gave me something! You see young Amaya shares your brand of annoyingly resilient DNA. And when she's ready, your daughter will become the mother of the New World. Now the only thing standing between me and Earth's true destiny--is you."
"Huh. Welcome to the top of the food chain."
“I am not the devil, Anthony. I was his teacher.”
"Oh, I finally get it. Oh you thought the Ray Sphere was gonna turn you into some sort of shiny superhuman, but instead it turned you into a fifty foot maggot.
"See that's where you're wrong, Bertrand. Conduits aren't monsters. No, see powers don't kill people. Oh no, it's the person behind the powers that kill people."
"If you're a bad little soldier, well, that dear old mom of yours, that adorable little sister, I'll make certain that they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines. No, Jake. I'm not bluffing."
"Oh, this isn't just any gun, Jake. This is the only gun in the whole universe that can shoot me dead."
"Oh, my. I'm shocked at this unforseen turn of events. Go ahead, Jake. Squeeze that trigger. Be all you can be. This will all be over. Your life can go back to normal. Of course, the Army won't take you back 'cause you're AWOL. But I'm sure you could get your old job at the factory back. But then, on the other hand, the rest of your life, and your family's, could be money and honey, health and wealth, every day is ice-cream sundae. And all you got to do is this one little thing."
"I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you--knew you had it in you. Sit a spell. So, Dean...I got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape--it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me--have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?...Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean...you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% pure Sam? You of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway...thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."
"You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"
"I carved you into a new animal, Dean. There is no going back." "Maybe you're right. But now it's my turn to carve."
"When we win, when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester."
"Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already...dead."
"I know God, and you, sir, are no god."
"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God. Ever hear the story of my fall from grace? You know why god cast me down? Because i loved him. More than anything. And then god created...[ chuckles ] -- You. The little... Hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you -- to love you, more than him. And i said, "father -- I can't." I said, "these human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that... God had Michael cast me into hell. -- Now, tell me...does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when i was right? Look at what 6 billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it?"
"You're not fooling me, you know that, with this "sympathy for the devil" crap. I know what you are. You're the same thing only bigger, the same brand of of cockroach I've been squashing all my life -- an ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego."
"So you’re willing to die…for a pile of cockroaches, why?"
"They are broken, flawed, abortions!"
"Amateur hocus pocus…don’t forget, you learned all your tricks from me; little brother."
"You’re doing the best are you? Well then do the best of somebody better!"
"See, War and Famine, even if I could cram the rings back on their bony fingers, I doubt it would do much good. They're withered husks right now, fetal position on the floor, all thanks to you. So I don't want the rings. What I want is retribution. And I'm going to rip it right out of your ass!"
"This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that’s barely out of its diapers. I’m old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you."
"Lucifer has me bound to him, some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you, I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum."
"Disease gets a bad wrap, don't you think? For being filthy, chaotic, but really that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself is very pure. Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose: divide and conquer. That's why in the end, it always wins."
"However you feel right now, it’s going to get so very, very much worse…questions?"
"Oh, if Satan wants them so bad, (yelling) he can glue them back together!"
"So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy...And weak. It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now... On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?"
"I thought of sending in a few of my bruisers, really letting them go to town. But then, well, trial one was kill a Hellhound, trial two was rescue a soul from the pit. So, from here on, I'm gonna keep everything hell-related--demons, et cetera--away from you. Safe side and all that--plus, I just thought it seemed fitting. From what I understand, Sammy took that bird's breath away. What's the line? Saving people, hunting things--the family business. Well, I think the people you save, they're how you justify your pathetic little lives. The alcoholism, the collateral damage, the pain you've caused--the one thing that allows you to sleep at night, the one thing is knowing that these folks are out there, still out there happy and healthy because of you, you great, big, bloody heroes! They're your life's work, and I'm going to rip it apart piece by piece--because, I can--because, you can't stop me--and because when they're all gone, what will you have left? You want to keep those people alive. I want complete and utter surrender. The tablet, the trials --you'll give them up, or we'll keep doing this dance. Your choice, my darlings."
"You have no idea what it would be like...to be plucked from obscurity, to sit at God's feet, to be asked to write down his word. The ache I felt when he was gone, telling myself, 'father's left, but look what he's left us...paradise'. But you and your Archangels couldn't leave well enough alone, you ran me from my home! Did you really think you could do all of that to me, and there'd be no payback?"