Some promises aren’t worth keeping.

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.

I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.