You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.