Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have a sour face. Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now. Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Maggots squirming in your eyeholes...and your other orifices, might be carrying things a bit too far." "This is why I keep you around, Rixon. Always seeing things from the bright side.

They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.