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

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

I thought symphaths didn't have a conscience." "I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little." "Aren't you lucky." The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. "No… all the rest of you are fortunate.

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

Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above

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

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.