Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

Souls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.

Vishous screamed. The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping around in a panic. In her eyes was stark terror, as if the single worst thing that she could imagine was him in agony... And that was when he knew that he still loved her.