We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.

I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered." (Mac & V'lane)

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.

Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.