Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.

Mutually assured destruction.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.