He captured my heart. He loves me for who I am, not what I can bring to him." - Lucinda Price, Rapture

You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

I think the most tortured place in hell should be reserved not for traitors, but... for cowards. The weakest, most spineless losers. Because it seems to me that traitors? At least they made a choice. But cowards? They just run around biting their fingernails, totally afraid to do anything. Which is totally worse.

Daniel's face-- the way it had been bathed in violet light when he'd carried her home this morning-- appeared before her eyes. His gleaming golden hair. His tender, knowing eyes. The way one touch of his lips transported her far away from any darkness. For him, she'd suffer all of this, and more.

Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

In this lifetime you're nothing more than you appear to be: a stupid, selfish, ignorant, spoiled little girl who thinks the world lives or dies on whether she gets to go out with some good-looking boy at school. [...] I'd still relish this moment, killing you.