Everyone needs reality to punch them in the face every once in a while. Keeps you on guard.

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.

Try to imagine where we'd be without you, darlin', and then maybe you'll see just how lucky we got.

We want you. We wanted you yesterday, we want you today and we'll want you tomorrow. There's nothing you could do to change that.

You can destroy a factory, and they'll build another. But once you destroy a life, that's it. You never get that person back.

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Genet raised his hand, and I squeezed my eyes shut, sure I would be receiving the worst backhanded slap of my life. Genet froze and whimpered, but didn't back away. "Oh, ho," said a familiar voice. "That was close !" I opened my eyes as North's free hand - the one that hadn't caught Genet's wrist - gently pulled my arm free. I pushed myself away from both of them. "You interrupt my business ?" Genet sputtered. "Do you know what this wench just accused me of being ?" "A filthy pig," North said good-naturedly. "But there's only one filthy pig allowed in her life, and the position's been filled.