Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.

I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.

At the core, our motives are always self-serving, Kate. Altruism is a fog created by sly minds seeking to benefit from the energy and skill of others. Nothing more.

Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.

Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.

My investigative technique mostly consisted of going through the list of interested parties and making as much noise as possible, until the culprit lost his patience and tried to shut me up.

You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no'. You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them.