You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

I’m not going to let go of you. I’m going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If you’re still craving cocaine, go ahead. You’re safe. You can crave it all you want, but I won’t let go, and if you still feel like you can’t trust yourself in the morning, and it’s what you want, I’ll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max