I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me." "Then we're doomed for sure.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.

You're screening your calls?" "Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots." "Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl. "You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)

"Did those nice church ladies come by again?" He nodded. "I asked them if a man died and then the woman remarried, and then the three of them met in heaven, would it be a sin for them to have a threesome, since they were all married in God's eye. And they decided they were late to be somewhere else."

The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.