Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.

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.

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself

When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her.