Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.

If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don’t waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.” -Barrons

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan

Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.