Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet.

You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.