Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.