Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

I love books, they're in my blood.