I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.

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.

Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.