I’d relived enough terrible events happening to cautious people to know that prudence wasn’t a guarantee for happiness.

I'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.

Whoever said ignorance was bliss was shortsighted.

Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head" -his eyes closed- "and once more, nothing else mattered.

You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones

You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.

As if Spade's chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dishing out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her.