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

Were not there you, I'd be not too.

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

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

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

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

I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.