I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.

We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this," he said, gesturing at the room. "I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.

My God", he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

How many mistakes can one life survive?

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.