Luce: "But what about all those other times, when I die before we kiss, before--" Bill: "Before you even have a chance to see how toxic your relationship might become?

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

This estrogen force field needs to dissipate... Move along. All of you. Now!

Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.

Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed None rose to burn as bright As Lucifer, the Morning Star, And Lucinda, his Evening Light

I hope that I live for a thousand years, and have a thousand daughters so that there will always be a woman who can curse your name.

You're an angel", Luce said, "I'm in love with an angel".