He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.” “She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

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

I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.

It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.

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