Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane...I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine

Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybird… and just frickin’ fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. “You keep looking at me like that and you’d better buy me dinner afterward.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts