We all watched Al open the door. Turning, he waved to us, then passed the threshold. The door shut behind him. I waited for something to happen. Nothing did. “This isn’t good,” Quen said. I choked back my burst of laughter, knowing it would come out sounding hysterical.

I've found that when I'm having trouble solidifying a character or a scene, that music will often free my subconscious just that last little bit to allow me to move forward, and often it's in a direction that I didn't expect, but is 100 percent true to the character.

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

Anything worth having is going to be hard

If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.

Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel

...Everyone had to eat, but eating people wasn't polite.