It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It's down in my deepest, darkest corner, and it's airtight, soundproofed and padlocked. It's where I keep the thoughts I don't know what to do with, that could get me into trouble. Eating Unseelie hammers on the inside of that lid incessantly. I try to keep kissing Barrons in that box, too, but it gets out sometimes.