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.

Now aren't you glad I made you take a bath?" Bill asked. "One less bottle of eau de reekette punching holes in l'ozone.

But you were only sixteen and not far off from the truth, as only sixteen-year-olds can be.

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

No, he hadn’t just dragged her to California. He’d dragged her into a cursed eternity. A burden that should have been his alone to bear.

Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, "Only Lucinda could pull that off.