Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

Without time,” the angel said, “you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity.” “FYI, philosophy bores me.” “Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance.

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.

Wellsie frowned. "I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean?" Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.