I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat." -pg.170-

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I got lost in the crowd.” “I noticed,” he said. “One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.” Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?” “Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.

[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one; all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.