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

Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.

Wrath jammed a finger in V’s face. “Don’t follow me. We clear? You don’t follow me.” “You stupid fool,” V said with total exhaustion. “You’re the king. We all must follow you.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.