Trust is a careless pursuit.
Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.
Luce: You could have kept your promises. Daniel: I promised I'd stay.
I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life.
Do I love him? Yes. But when the final battle comes, I'll have to kill him. That's just our reality. We both know exactly where we stand."- Francesca
You know, Roland and I were just talking about how we don't have any pyromaniac friends. And everyone knows you need a good pyro to pull off any reform school prank worth the effort.