I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

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.

There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac

My world we humans we’re just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.