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

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.

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?

Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.