We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

I lay there, no longer fighting, since my head was spinning too much. And because I wasn’t going to win anyway. And because I kind of liked the feeling of sensual captivity, at least by this particular jailer.

They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?

We're going jogging." "I don't run for recreation. I run when someone's after me with a weapon." "That can be arranged.

Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.

You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off.