Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.